My lord, you lend to suffering and doubt.
My heart is yours! O sweet, can you not see
How much I've changed for you? O! Must I shout
And prove to you how much I love of thee?
I know you see my pain, but it pains you.
Therefore, I shall not share my hurt and grief.
I cannot be enough; although 'tis true,
It burns me, and I cannot find relief.
But love O with me will you masquerade?
Our masques will represent Thalian joy!
I know it will seem sweet and cruel play,
And you must treat me like a wind-up toy.
You wonder why I like my treatment rough?
It helps me forget that I'm not enough.
















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