Spring, by William McTaggart
Robert Burns

Love in the Guise of Friendship

Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe;
He bound me in an iron chain,
And plung’d me deep in woe.
 
But friendship’s pure and lasting joys,
My heart was form’d to prove;
There, welcome win and wear the prize,
But never talk of love.
 
Your friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny?
 
Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought;
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought.
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