St. John of the Cross - IS THAT MY FATE
IS THAT MY FATE Do they prove anything to you, these tears? All that I had I laid outside that door where I was told you lived, and someone took those gifts, was it you? Were they that worthless that no thanks was given? That must have been the case for I heard not one word of gratitude. Has it ever happened that a lover courting a lover has not offered trinkets? surely you did not begrudge me for that. In the world of amorous play amongst your forest creatures I have tried to learn some secret... Sign in to see full entry.