• More than I have, what sometimes you demand,
    For what I give is not to your desire;
    When reaching to help, you reject my hand,
    Fraught with remorse, I feel like a liar.

    Often thou art reluctant and stubborn,
    On issues of concern, you stand repent.
    Sometimes you make thy pain feel oh so cruel,
    When my emotions feel like they’ve been lent:

    Although I toil for thy great respect,
    Feel not I the weariness of the deed;
    For at days’ end, fear I not to expect,
    Thy everlasting love be cast, be freed.

    Despite grievous, painful tribulations,
    Only feel I, thy love’s recreations.