One Day in May.

Loves Story

I do not love thee
So I'll not deceive thee
I do not love thee
Yet I'm loathe to leave thee

I do not love thee
Yet joys very essence
Comes with thy footstep
Is complete in thy presence

I do not love thee
Yet when gone I sigh
And think about thee
'Till all the stars die

I do not love thee
Yet thy handsome ways
Bring me in absence 
Almost hopeless days                                                                          
                                                                         
 I cannot hate thee
Yet my love seems debtor
To love thee more
So hating, love thee better

John Clare