I Love Thee Not

I love thee not but only when

in morning time when daisies sway,

and blackbirds trill and do convey

that dusk turns dawn to strive again;

like fragile boats that go astray

in wild and roaring boundless seas,

bit by bit all unknowingly

to sense thy touch my nerves decay.

I love thee not but all noontide

when hopelessly sunshine I chase,

and go all out yet can't erase

my timeless angst that burns inside;

from all the ends and every place

thy gentle odours slowly creep,

and seduce me to fall and sleep

remembering thy sweet embrace.

I love thee not but every night

when splintered hopes I blend anew,

and pleasant thoughts all raw and true

do strike my breast to paint and write;

through moon and stars with vivid hues

thy sweet face enhances the sky,

and bit by bit through lows and highs

I better in my dreams love you.