"No end will he fret, no worry entertain..."

It is a proper love that makes way
        For the serenity of another,
     And it is but a selfish love that does not.

A proper love understands, accepts,
       And needs only to see its other content.
   It is a love that will take its step back
           And graciously maintain the love of a friend.

A friend’s love has he found many
      And with overwhelming joy
            Has it made his life thus far full;
   That life can be lived with passion,
                And Patience give its peace.

So go then, and find love;
        Find solitude…
                Find what makes your heart happy.
          For it will make this one happy:
                    That which makes a friend’s turmoil but tranquil.

Perhaps he will find a better time, yet to come,
    Or perhaps time will find her living life happily with another,
        And perhaps he will happily find a life full
             Of the fondness of impassioned friends.
   No end will he fret, no worry entertain,
          But to the hopeful, undeveloped future he consents gladly.
       There is a happiness in life
                 When spent amongst the happiness of others.