How do I imagine it isn’t so?
To quell love, and deny its being:
It’s simpler to sway the impossible,
Than to stop loving you
And what of this love, your heart sings?
Remember!  Fate's sojourn leads
You to mine; and rejoices for you only,
And from my love, you must flee!
There's little comfort to be had
In reckoning broken hearts ─
Let compassion weave her spell;
To sooth these falling tears