An apple akin a heart bled
Within a target tinted red
Love's tainted poison tip
Impales as rubies drip
Laboriously descend evermore,
Scattering droplets to the floor.
Awakening ardor tis not a solemn duty
For I be not thine sleeping beauty
Thou art not prince charming,
Though thine smile so disarming.
Sweet William I must telltale
Thus thine devotions indubitably fail.
Mine remote heart bronzed cold,
Thou seeks a treasure uneasy to hold.
Mine winterous lips but fetid bliss,
For thine advances I dismiss.
Save thine passions for another's favor
For thine lips she shall savor.
Love has no depths to score,
Mine heart, rotten to the core.