The Rustic Love
The longing, the void,
Is so absurd;
Yet the joy of love,
Is boundless sure.
Does my love,
Feel the same intense;
If not, the pain beget,
Is much severe;
The heart beats,
With much exalt.
Filling veins with,
Love throughout.
If so, may it overflow; Oh Lord!
Catch all of it, to brew your draught;
