Believst Me

My love, thy suffring to me is as mine own My strongst heartbeats are for thee alone. My sire, the king, to mine confusd dismay Has spirited thee and hid thee far away. He darest command that I shoudst fain forget That sweet spring day, the one on which we met. Thou art the one whom I woudst most adore, And so wilt I, my love, forever more. Fealty to my king I wilt no longer claim, For on my love for thee he bringth shame. I gird my loins and with undaunted cry. I swear to free thee love, or I shalt die. Brave men accepting largesse will attend Thy freedom and for treachery amend. The king who woudst deceive a loyal son Must die for harming thee, my beloved one. by: Joyce Johnson For contest: "Thee that I love, adorn and trust" Early, modern English style