A MAD SAD LOVER’S BRUNT

I may be a liar,

But the truth is,

That I had loved you

And always will,

You may forget me,

As a dream or a lie,

But there will regret be,

In your heart,

I denied my dears,

All just for ye,

You were but dishonest,

To leave me in the way,

Your heart was not stable,

For you to love one,

Or I was not able,

By riches or by love,

As you often called me,

I would be a fraud,

Or would be a mad poet,

As people did called,

Or you may right be,

You too may have loved,

Then breaking of our love,

would be the Order of God,

I could’nt but forget you,

as an age or time gone,

Because my love is only one,

And you are that one,

Don’t be discouraged,

For with ye I am not,

To us He did all good,

Thank God for the lot,

It must have been better,

For us to be apart,

I said not all this,

Said this my heart.