alecshao:

Oscar Wilde - Roses and Rue (To L. L.)

“Well, I had wasted my boyhood, true,

But it was for you,

You had poets enough on the shelf,

I gave you myself!

Well, if my heart must break,

Dear love, for your sake,

It will break in music, I know;

Poets’ hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told

That the brain can hold

In a tiny ivory cell

God’s Heaven and Hell.”