Strange to imagine that I feel this way,
For when it all began I had my doubts.
I didn't think about this, yesterday,
Since then my heart and I were on the outs.
We didn't speak, and so it never said
That it was so infected by your sight;
As thus my heart was silent, so my head
Involved itself by chatting, night by night.
Between these two still unconversing parts
The whole of me was overcome before
I knew what happened; then, by fits and starts,
They reconciled, and told each other more.
And when they talked, I found myself in love
With none of me left to protest thereof.
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