Who Ever Felt as I
by Walter Savage Landor

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry.
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true;
All other men may use deceit:
He always said my eyes were blue
And often swore my lips were sweet.

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Is it possible
to win back
a lost love?