Even aloe cannot soothe this summer's burn,
for it comes not from sun, but of sin and scorn.
What kind of love be love, if love runs but skin deep?
Oh, I would thy secrets shone in thine emerald eyes!
If my own will cannot keep myself from pain,
then what will would will the un-affliction of humanity?
Can God not save us all from lies?
If truth be known by souls and earth,
should I not find meaning in every stone?
Why then am I alone?
If God chose love for every being,
why hath he sprung mine against my heart?
Will love never love me back,
as I have always admired its simple affection?
If love be done with me, then I be done with love.
For even I as one person should not suffer
the grief that comes from a dishonest heart
and the lies that were told in thy fraudulent game.
