My Quandary (To Nicola) Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Tell me, my love, what should I do
If my breaking heart will never mend?
It isn't easy to pretend
That I'm no longer sad and blue!

I thought I'd turn to pastures new
And find myself a different friend -
Surely, I thought, old love must end,
My happiness is overdue! !

I like her very much, it's true,
But there's no way she can replace
Your figure and your dear, sweet face,
I haven't yet got over you! !

Perhaps, in fact, I never will,
But is it such an awful crime
To praise and worship you in rhyme
When seeing you brings such a thrill? ! !