Anne Boleyn
Tis true you swore an oath
A contract intended for both
From saints pure minds you did quoth
Your duplicitous mind, truant heart did me betroth
My nubile furrow plowed for fecund growth
Yet your fertile stream my shallow root did not clothe
My fruitless womb your evil spirit did loathe
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2011
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