Let me not to marry the loveless mind <br />Admit perfectly; love is not love <br />That he likes evil mind <br />Or bends with the scissor to cut or kill: <br />Oh, no, it is a black mark <br />That looks on hot tempests and is never shaken; <br />It is the star to every wandering yelling, <br />Whose matter's unknown, although his life is taken? <br />Love's not times'fading, though beautiful eyes and smile <br />Within his bending sick's mind come; <br />Love alters nor with his quick hours and weeks, <br />But bears it out even to give me a break. <br />If this were mistakes and upon me improved <br />I never accept or admit such love<br /><br />Natasa Tocuc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loveless-33/
