Ballad 16: Future regret
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I know that one day I’ll confess
my love to you at last.
By then in turn you’ll me address
‘my love’, I dare forecast.
Or else you’ll end my pain, I say:
No longer I’ll love you.
I fear not my love to forsay
but say that I loved you.
2014/4/12
