That it is somewhere really near my thought.
And all these doubts of mine may never end:
Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?
I suffered much, but reckoned not, as yet,
To go and let thee know my sad regret.
With no idea where my feet should go,
How come I find thy house I do not know;
And neither at thy door my doubts may end:
Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?
To save thy health, my life I would expend;