I Love Thee Not

I love thee not but only when in morning time the daisies sway, and blackbirds trill and do convey that dusk turns dawn to strive again; like fragile boats that go astray in wild and roaring boundless seas, bit by bit all unknowingly to sense thy touch my nerves decay. I love thee not but all noontide when hopelessly sunshine I chase, and go all out yet can't erase my timeless angst that burns inside; from all the ends and every place thy gentle odours slowly creep, and seduce me to fall and sleep remembering thy sweet embrace. I love thee not but every night when splintered hopes I blend anew, and pleasant thoughts all raw and true do strike my breast to paint and write; through moon and stars with vivid hues thy sweet face enhances the sky, and bit by bit through lows and highs I better in my dreams love you.