To Love Not Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Has thee not sinned as others have,
Nor seen thy tempest; thy rough buds of may,
Will thee be with me forever; till I die,
And with thy smile come thy dying day.

Will thee not smile; nor speak her mind,
And let thy sweet emotions; with you; die,
Will thee not love as others aught to,
Oh 'tis too sad a stage for me and thine.

I love thee; oh thy thoughts molest me,
And lest I forget; forgive; thy thoughts of you,
I shall not respire or breath your love,
For thee I've loved long, and longer knew.