Freddy Rymbai Poet Free verse

When Thou Dost Weep

Oh, do not weep, my sweetest heart,
For every tear doth rend me apart;
I do not hate thee when thou cry,
But lo! I die a little nigh.

Each droplet fallen from thine eye,
Strikes ‘gainst my soul, and bids me sigh;
For when I see thy spirit torn,
My heart grows frail, my will is worn.

It is not thee I curse, but me,
Whose love hath brought such misery;
To see thee pale, thy soft lips quiver...
God knows, I’d bear thy pain forever.

Would I could take thy grief away,
And bleed instead, till break of day;
For every sob that shakes thy breast,
Steals peace and mercy from my rest.

I love thee still...too deep, too true,
Though thou know’st not what love can do;
Each cry of thine, each trembling breath,
Draws me, my love, still nearer death.

So weep no more, or I shall fade,
A ghost of guilt thy tears have made;
For in thine anguish, I can see...
All that is good hath died in me.

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