The things you hate, the things that hurt,
The things that break your fragile heart;
These things you would not wish for me,
But I would have them, for my part.
If just to know what you endure,
If just to bear your matching scars,
And cry a little when you do,
And know what troubles you is ours.
It seems to me to have these things
Would not be punishment at all,
But still you do not understand;
I envy your insufferables.
If I could seize your every care,
And take it all upon myself,
I would be fully satisfied,
And you could profit from the help.