Love Yourself, Again

'Let not it sound...' (ImperfectPsychotic04) Wk-1

'Let not it sound...'

Let not it sound noiseless to thy ears,

the fiery plea falling from battered heart,

for thou would slight mine ardor precious,

calling it unfit and making mine soul hurt.

Nay, I do not blame, for it's the ploy of Cupid,

chasten my mistrust on love, yea, it's alien;

Thou shall not doubt mine piety so profound,

for truly, I was struck by an arrow uneven.

Yet, I know thou would not overhear me,

for it's all in mine seventh heaven,

Methinks your gleaming eyes hold mine psyche,

bewitching glint of green rousing my devotion.

If thou, by some mischance see mine love ire,

Let it in your will and power, requite.