What is love, when hurt touches me ?
What is love, when pain is not away ?
What is love, when speechless is me
to the deep remembrance upon thee ?
I luve thee, till the sun breaks the heart within
that bleeds through all the senses
I toward thee once had
I luve thee
and I luve thee not
for it cometh so short
for it bringth thy treason on thy oath
I luve thee
And I luve thee not
What is love, when memories are blue ?
What is love, when love is blue ?
What is love, when me is blue ?
And I luve thee not
For blue, blue, and blue thy luve to me has got.
Jogja, November 2000.
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