Another of Mr Nash's favourite poems for Marianne, indicated by a tick on the reverse, and numbered '19'. Here Cyril speaks of his love/hate relationship with love - unrequited love, it seems...
Who says
I am in love with love?
It is not true;
I love while hating love,
Its bitter brew.
Laughter thrusts more deep the knife
Into my warring mind
And weeping will not do
For tears would drown me with despair.
Since seeing you means fleeing me
Till to myself I'm blind -
But then, when you are gone, all life
And light depart from me
To bring but hell's extremity.
Who says I love, says true,
But love to me is rue.
10th July, 1959
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