My heart hath break before,
As it will again,
If ever I break,
My vow.
Wouldst I still darest to try,
To Love again,
Is something that is,
Never in doubt.
For once a wise man hath quoth,
That Love is a form of masochism,
Where one gets hurt,
Again and again,
And yet comes back for more.
So, wouldst I still darest to Love?
Is a question no more.
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