For "Her."
"If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st
I am too quickly won,
I'll
frown and be perverse and say thee nay."
– William
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (2.2)
Why should I believe thy protestations
Of desire, when you let me languish –
Wandering the wasteland of rejection;
Surrounded by solitude and anguish?
Shall I take thee at thy word, while you speak
Of your heart and soul, as my own lie dead?
How can I once more leave defenses weak,
When by thee to misery I am wed?
May I suppose this Spring-like affection
Real, or will fair weather fade under cloud?
My breast remains guarded 'gainst deception,
Though I yearn for passion proclaimed aloud.
Someday I'll transcend this pain, and admit
Love found in actions, not promises writ.
