Rondel Poem by Jean Froissart
Rondel
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!
I do not know thee,-nor what deeds are thine:
Love, love, what will though with this heart of mine?
Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine?
Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me:
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I permanent or sure in thee!
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