Sonnet to the End of Love

I would your company seek out, in truth
Reach out unguarded hands for you to take
To grasp the vanished joys of callow youth
That we have somehow wasted by mistake
If you should shun me, brush aside my artless hand
Refuse to take it offered as a friend
Then I must change the future I had planned
It has become my nature to pretend
Alone to seek some other tranquil way
To wake my saddened soul with timely song
I look for you each crystal newborn day
Knowing, in my grief, you do me wrong.
Will you not cast your stubborn pride aside?
I can not accept our lifelong friendship died.