…and it eats at me until my own words can’t come. So…poetry.

 

The Time When I First Fell in Love
Anonymous

The time when first I fell in love, 
Which now I must lament; 
The year wherein I lost such time 
To compass my content.

The day wherein I saw too late 
The follies of a lover; 
The hour wherein I found such loss 
As care cannot recover.

And last, the minute of mishap, 
Which makes me thus to plain 
The doleful fruits of lover’s suits, 
Which labour lose in vain:

Doth make me solemnly protest, 
As I with pain do prove, 
There is no time, year, day, nor hour, 
Nor minute, good to love.

 

You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
Walter Savage Landor

You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, 
By every word and smile deceived. 
Another man would hope no more; 
Nor hope I what I hoped before: 
But let not this last wish be vain; 
Deceive, deceive me once again!