From whence shall I retrieve that heart of mine,
Which cherishes you, and now do bear the blame?
Was't mine own fault, or your unkind design?
I accept the guilt, yet plead, spare me your shame.
Your rejection struck, like thunder in my soul
And now my heart, in restless torment lies,
Inquiring still, what fault I did commit unseen,
That you dear love, did turn away mine eyes.
But still, your flashback do haunt my mute mind,
And I, a wretch, do ask, what did I miss?
What error did I make? , that you did unwind
The threads of love that bound our hearts in bliss?
Ah, tell me, dear lass, what fault did I commit?
That you did leave me thus, with heart beset.
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