Love is Pain

'Twas said of old, and still the ages say,
    "The lover's path is full of doubt and woe."
    Of me they spake: I know not, nor can know,
    If she I sigh for will my love repay.
    My heart sinks on my breast; with bitter strife
    My heart is torn, and grief she cannot see.
    All unavailing is this agony
    To help the love that has become my life.