I will not be a critic where I love. Love must love or not love- So long as he's my sweetheart I will love him. What care I what the world call this or that? Have I such reason, that it cannot err, Like God's? I am a poor weak human soul, And love or hate, I cannot tell you why- Friends have I, real, or they seem so now, And while I'm in that notion I am theirs Through good and evil- If friendship, love, are nothing, what's life worth? Some may endure to play at chilly chess With men and women-I must hate and love! |