MY MIDNITE MAN 2

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without your blasting out insanity,
I might be born alone.

In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which, though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.

I may not evermore acknowledge you,
Last my bewailed guilt should do our shame,
Nor though with public kindness honour me,
Unless take that honoured from my name

But do not so; I love you in such sort
As you are being mine,
mine is your good sweet soulmate.