Classic Poem

I sigh, I languish,
Yet I hide my anguish,
Lest I offend my charming fair;
Should I reveal it
And she not heal it
My life must end in deep despair.

On fatal passion,
Fond inclination,
To love where I'm forbid to tell.
Tho' I conceal it,
My eyes reveal it,
My inmost soul she knows too well.