Dedicated to the girl whom i love.
Hearken ye! My love,
Forsooth, my love for thee is unfaded,
Let me hurl my darts at you,
Cupid;
shall leave you mazed,
Give thy heart to me forthwith,
and erelong,
Thou shall realize my unknave love.
Listen not,
To your compeers cum foes,
They come betwixt us,
To tear the love we have betwixt us,
Trying to put us asunder,
Their snares we shall dodge,
For our love is not forged.
Threescore, fourscore years it shall be,
My soul unchanged,
For a mate it has found,
Like a glebe we shall be,
And with this love like a balc,
Separate paths we shall never take,
For thy goodly ways shall never fade,
This i indite to thee,
My love.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
