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Why hath love escaped my grips,

Hath not thine heart grown barren and waste?

I pray thou findeth me upon thy lips

And thou doth not judge thy love in haste

What perils yet hath mine heart to face?

As it longs once more to see thee smile

Thine eyes hath yet to find disgrace

As thine heart hath yet to find denial

What wounded whispers hath pierced thine ears?

'Tis but a jealous wind that corrupts thy soul

A bitter breeze that carries slanderous fears

That even words of comfort cannot console

I pray thine heart be filled with peace

To quiet the voices thou holdeth inside

I pray the tainted words will finally cease

As I take my love and step aside

'Twas love that beckoned us both to come

But doubt would drive our love apart

And slanderous lips would soon become

The reason for my broken heart