english poem 7*

Friendship

I think awhile of love,
And while I think
Love is to me a world,
Solo meat and sweetest drink,
And close conncting link,
Tween heaven and earth.

I only know it is, not how or why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.

I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I’m dumb.

For if the truth were known,Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though Surely out ‘twill leak
Without out the help of greek,
Or any tongue.