Tis' Tender, My Love
'Tis tender love of which I wite;
the timbre of my heart's
throe
Quean remains
for all others
to lo
Demean with a falseness
of my true emotion;
would only coquet;
that which causes
my heart to beat
strong and loud
in chimera
To covet for affections
be returned as
deep and sincere;
surely would force
the last
breath I breathe
For this is too
noble a love; too
fierce a fire
to extinquish
Copyright © Regina Branham | Year Posted 2009
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