Adapted by Lynn Levin

I ask for Love's attention through my tears --
Love who can scarcely turn his head my way
though I ask a thousand times a day.
The reason? Those other lips about his ears.
His silence rips my heart, it tears
my dress, the pages of my books. Pray,
how can this be? I gave my heart and soul away
to him. There's nothing left in me. He cares
little for my grief. I feel my blood run
like an icy stream of envy, dread.
He was my life's great joy and reason.
Now I die in love. I live in pain. In bed
I have a notebook and a quill. Let him shun
me. On these sheets he's mine, though I am dead.