Is it your will, that thoughts of you are keeping
My tired eyes open at night?
Do you want me to be unable to sleep,
While shadows of you mock my sight?
Is it your spirit, sent from you
So far from home, to pry into all I do,
To find my guilt and restlessness,
The extended nature of your jealousy?
No! Even your love is not that strong:
It is my love that keeps me awake:
My own true love that makes sleep useless,
To guard you forever:
I watch for you, while you wake somewhere else,
Far away from me, while others are too close.