What should i do now?

Is the shadowy dream coming true?

Or shall i shout away the misty cloud?

Oh, please treat me cruel!

 

Love shone with this soft – soft moonlight

Lines, and rhymes seeking to please her alone

Which holds my breath to tell all that I might,
Whom if I can please, I care for other – none.

 

Shall this to be any wrong and get me proved
I never will write, nor will I ever in loved