Fond request
F. Van der Stucken
I pray thee, send me back my heart
Since I cannot have thine,
For if from yours you will not part
Why then should you keep mine?
But now I think on't, let it lie
To find it were in vain,
For th'hast a thief in either eye
Would steal it back again!
Why should two hearts in one breast lie
And yet not lodge together?
O love where is thy sympathy?
If thus our breasts thou sever!