Doubt
Why need I boast my love in ringing tones
To tell you what, already, you must know?.
Does not my patient lingering, nearby,
Speak more than sounding words could ever say?.
Should I resort to flattering remarks,
Would you not hear a voice ask in your inner ear,
“What is it that is hid behind this smooth veneer?”.
Is silence not more eloquent to shew
The faithful loyalty of honest love,
Than all the stolen words of false romance
Copied from lexicons and novelettes
By those uncertain of their constancy?.
I tell you that it is!. Any you would surely doubt
My feelings more, if I should start to speak them out!.
