The Secret Tears

Do not love me if you can’t;
But turn me not out of your doors.
Let me live in the far corner of your palace
To serve you.

I shall water your flowers with my secret tears.
I shall sweep your path with cold sighs.
For ages I have been in love with you,
And made my heart your abode

But it has been a forlorn love.
For you cast upon me despite
And not a smile ever fell my lot,
For which I longed and yearned.

And I cried and cried and cried;
At the dead of night,
When everybody was asleep;
So that they may not know
You were so cruel.

-Anonymous-