Once Love Was

When love was not
Love was
When I was loved
Love, never did I know
When once began I to love
Love! Hate did flow
Once love was
I was not. . .
I was not loved
If love enough could now I have
Then shall be when plenty is less
;
For fear of losing
Rather shall you love
,
Without losing
Loose shall love be
When winning
Many may merry
But none shall love
O love be kind
To hearts so blind.