Sans Pain of Love?

Planted I the seed of love in thy heart
And believe I, you do grow it with smiles: 
Yet wish I to enter thy heart to know it, 
For love is the sweetest pain with trials: 
Cold is thy heart and hath no love feelings
As immovable as rock sans pity
Like a barren land nothing to yieldings
Shrouded is thy heart with weeds sans beauty.
Thine is day sans dawn and night without moon, 
As pale as leaves in Fall hung on branches, 
Ne'er a shelter to song-birds but stands vain, 
And is like the soil keeps no riches.
Cease I love for thee and give me no love
If thy heart hath no pain of love above. Planted I the seed of love in thy heart

And believe I, you do grow it with smiles: 
Yet wish I to enter thy heart to know it, 
For love is the sweetest pain with trials: 
Cold is thy heart and hath no love feelings
As immovable as rock sans pity
Like a barren land nothing to yieldings
Shrouded is thy heart with weeds sans beauty.
Thine is day sans dawn and night without moon, 
As pale as leaves in Fall hung on branches, 
Ne'er a shelter to song-birds but stands vain, 
And is like the soil keeps no riches.
Cease I love for thee and give me no love
If thy heart hath no pain of love above. Planted I the seed of love in thy heart
And believe I, you do grow it with smiles: 
Yet wish I to enter thy heart to know it, 
For love is the sweetest pain with trials: 
Cold is thy heart and hath no love feelings
As immovable as rock sans pity
Like a barren land nothing to yieldings
Shrouded is thy heart with weeds sans beauty.
Thine is day sans dawn and night without moon, 
As pale as leaves in Fall hung on branches, 
Ne'er a shelter to song-birds but stands vain, 
And is like the soil keeps no riches.
Cease I love for thee and give me no love
If thy heart hath no pain of love above. Planted I the seed of love in thy heart
And believe I, you do grow it with smiles: 
Yet wish I to enter thy heart to know it, 
For love is the sweetest pain with trials: 
Cold is thy heart and hath no love feelings
As immovable as rock sans pity
Like a barren land nothing to yieldings
Shrouded is thy heart with weeds sans beauty.
Thine is day sans dawn and night without moon, 
As pale as leaves in Fall hung on branches, 
Ne'er a shelter to song-birds but stands vain, 
And is like the soil keeps no riches.
Cease I love for thee and give me no love
If thy heart hath no pain of love above.