I grieve and dare not show my discontent.
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate.
I do yet not say I ever meant.
I seem stark mute, yet inwardly do prate.
I am and not. I freeze yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turn.
My care is like my shadow in the sun.
It follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, stands and lies by me, does what I have done.
Or let me live with some more sweet content, or die.
And so forget what love ere meant.
Hugh Dancy |
Helen Mirren and Jeremy Irons |
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