My name means pure
but my heart is not.
True Love concurs all
so mine must be not.
Why say Love
when like or care would do?
To my own self
I know not how to be true.
You hold you care
but I can only smile.
Love be not proud.
It may take awhile.
Is it fair that in others company
I would rather be?
Even as thy own arms
hold to comfort me?
NO it is not
but my heart or head refuse defeat.
So you arms I seek
while others company I wish to keep.
