Angle of Heart

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair

Which like two spirits do suggest me to be still?

The better angle is a man not to fair

The worse spirit a woman could ever bear

Too soon, win me over from the devil, my lover

Tempted to a better angel from my side

And cold corrupt my soul to be in love with you

Wooing with my purity with your pride

And whether that my sweet angle be turned into you

Suspect I may, Yet not directly to tell a soul

But coming from me, is to teach the one closer to my heart

I guess one angle in another’s mind

Yet this shall never be know, just live in doubt

And tell my bad angle fire my good one

Out so that it can be with the one

I love the most