Letters To Rhoda No.3 Poem by Patrick Utitufon

How can I belie of my conscience
Had Love's ambience been of no essence?
Or could my deeds be mistaken
For a paradox of thrift undertaken
Or to love sincerely but cannot stand my Lady's presence;
Nay a knightly ambience
Than to love but pretend not to,
Or not to but pretend so?
To say I do when I do not love Thee
As to say nay when truly I decree
Is but a deed of cowardice
But Love that needs survive must surmount these vice
For Love loved unexpressed is no Love
That would some new pleasures prove.