Pardon me that this love is not sincere, or pure.
All I know of love is what has gone before.
If I seem to love you, oh, be sure I do,
But love cannot love one, nor can it stop at two.
So what loves you? Not love. Not love, casual and free.
My indifference! What seems not to love you!
What turns away, confused, is what loves you, passionately.