Wherefore art thou, mine love?
Art thee in the holy water,
or the sinful sea?
Wherefore art thou?
Art thee in mine heart?
Art thee bringing misery on thy own heart?
Please, mine love, bringeth not agony among me!
Bringeth not suffering among the thorns of the flowers!
Love looks with the heart, not with the mind, and therefore, Cupid is blind!
Wherefore art thou?
Art thee false?
How can thee beest disloyal?
Love looks with the heart, not with the mind, and therefore, Cupid is blind,
However doth thee not love me?
Wherefore art thee bringing me such anguished?
Whither wilt thee beest if 't be true I hadst love not thee?
Wilt t beest a disastrous ending?
Please, telleth me, mine love, wherefore art thou?
Would thee reveal yourself to me?
Beest not disloyal!
Love looks with the heart, not with the mind, and therefore, Cupid is blind!
If 't be true thee love me, wilt thee telleth me whither thee art?
Wherefore art thou?
Would thee beest an honest sir?
Would thee telleth me the truth?
What a shame!
I still love thee.
Wherefore?
Wherefore me!
How I do beseech you love such a false sir?
Wherefore must thee beest a false sir?
Wast our marriage nothing to thee?
Hell is thy cousin!
Sinful deeds hath been done.
What hath happened to the holy water?
Didst thee not love me?
Wast I not valorous enough?
Wherefore art thou?
Mine bethought is becoming vicious.
But this is all true.
Thee didst not love me.
Thee cheated!
Disgraceful sir!
Disloyal sir!
A pox on you!
A pox on you!
I desire thee thou art unfit for any place,
but hell for thy disgraceful acts of sinfulness.
I hadst loved thee.
What hath happened to thee, mine love?
Is t because I hath found thee with another mistress in our sleep chamber?
Oh, art thee depress'd?
I could care less about what thee bethink.
Thee hath broken mine heart!
Torn mine heart to a million pieces!
I hadst loved thee.
Wherefore!
Wherefore must thee beest so disgraceful?
If 't be true thee hadst toldeth me whither thee wast, a changeth might has't happened!
I hadst love thee.
For thee hadst broken mine trust.
From thee my most humble apology cannot fix mine broken heart.
I doth has't one question that standeth.
I loved thee,
but didst thee love me?
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Obstacles
PoetryObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
