Prithee
Ye shall not love thee
For thee hath not hurt
Bequeath thine heart
Or thy soul canst be dirt
Find new love henceforth
May new love come hither
Ye offer nary
In fullsome though shall smother
Trow for the lady
Seek, dost not tarry
Copyright © Derek Mully | Year Posted 2013
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