I have not-love, enough-
to tempt birds from trees
nor even less the angels
on an ever static breeze
I have not-love, enough-
to love you, as you do, me
I have not-love, enough?
In my heart to set, you free.
I have not-love, enough-
my dear one, for even me
for even me alone, you see.
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