Shakespeare To A Comely Lass Poem by Greg Bell

I would not hurt thee, this I fain would say
When questioned toward my truest of intent;
I fain would tell thee thou must go away
Or e'er my heart, or thine, should thus be rent.
But I have not the Will to will thee gone,
For what would I without thy tender gaze,
Nor must I ‘low myself for thee to long
When it might mar the grace you lend the days.
O let mine eye be then the window to my soul
Wherein thou seest mirror to thy worth,
Who live a longing, both of us, to hold
A wholeness in each moment, yea, a birth.
For I am born in every smile I see
Which, though it be on others, comes from thee!