Found
My heart is not of that expected hue;
Family is far more choice than blood’s choice;
If love be true, why then be family true;
If life be love, solitude lives by voice
I have seen hearts demask’d, older and right,
But no such hearts see I in their chests;
And some family is there more delight
Then in the promise that my heart ever tests.
I love for my heart be, yet well I know
That family hath a more loving temper of;
I know I never saw a lover go;
My family, they come, shift the chance of love:
And yet, by light, I think my love is rare
As any I belied with no compare.