Stuck Inside

Wherein

That emerald hue by which thy eyes move my heart
Delicate passing through my wretched soul
Like a sermon
Presumably purging all the aches
And I say presumably ~for all the doubt doth me no fairness
I am not inclined to believe in black magic
Alas, I thought so now all things do hold their peace
But thy love-
For heaven's sake disturbéd everything
Thy love gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting-
That Love by which hath reigned and lived in my cracking ribs
Decays my thought
That love which knowest not a way
Of a merciful approach
Hath made me fight before my face
The great increase of my desire
And as I held thee within my captive breast
And saw thee wherein with me not fight
But you who taught me how to love and suffer and wallow in pain
Hath forgotten that sweet is the death that taketh end by love.