I love you not...
Obviously!
Certainly!
I love you not...
Perchance I'm pretending...
Perchance I'm drunk...
But there's something
Bad am feeling...
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That oft tenses me
I know not why?
Days pass doing nothing
But playing guitar
Reposing lonely
To shady sacred figs...
When winds of autumn blow...
When goblets of wine overflow...
When early stars of sunset shine...
My poetic soul feels demons;
The demons, that bring me dangers...
Nowadays see I strangers
In my friends and wellwishers...
Just these things tense me...
And nothing else happens...
And nothing else happens...