love

It’s sad.
It’s made me cry many times before.
And it’s sweet-Oh, how I know it complete.
And I’ve had many lovers before, but you are not like the others.
You’re a peacock among sparrows.
Your beauty shines-Oh, how radiant!
But why must you take this joy away from me?
Why must you take away the glee?
You have never experienced this joy before,
So I will give this love a wait.
I would be so happy if you would agree with me,
But until then I bid ye a farewell.
Because love is sad and it’s sweet and I know it complete,
So don’t try to deplete my love, for I will wait.