What 'tis Love?

What 'tis love? That thine own lover holds in his breast the fondest affections of another, and canst know of thine love for him, lest the truest form of comradship be severed till the end of time. Ay, the pain that a lonely heart brings is stricken in my soul forever. Does a wave crash upon the shore by thy own free will? Nay it is by nature alone that the waves kiss the sandy shore, and tis by nature that I cast mine love upon thee. But thou art hast the love of another, and unwilling hast rejected and renounced the love that once came from me. Yet whence the breath of life passes from mine lips, it shall yet be your name that bears the deepest affection. O what is love, but a foulsome beast that beats at the heart such as the wind beats at the pines. Unseen, yet felt in the brutalist way. Tis as mine love for thee, and can never be cured. Away with thee, away with thee. I beg of you, no more.