• Sadness plagues my heart when I think of my love
    Every move he makes makes me envious
    Of she who is in his mind who is the one he loves
    Oh how joyous I would be if I could look into his heart
    And find that I am at the center of it
    And yet I have a suspicion that it is not so
    With all my heart I wish it were so,
    But one cannot think that because they wish something it would be so
    Every passing word, every gesture he makes
    To those perhaps better than I
    Makes me think the worst
    That if I looked into his heart I would have no place in it
    Not even as a friend though I know this to be not true
    For ever true a friend he has always been to me
    And ever true a friend he will ever be
    Even if he never be my love