How Come You'Ve Chased The Worst Of Men In Kind Poem by Farnood Jahangiri

How come you’ve chased the worst of men in kind,
Whose approbate with animals compete.
And mercilessly his grace to me remind:
“He has painted me in pieces of sheet”
Hallow I find your love, and shallow; I fear
A union like that be led to death so fast
And I foresee that day, a day not near,
That you be come to be my own at last.
Yet I cannot put faith to your amour;
Hence your betrayal for sure lingers on.
Having done that, you must my love assure
And turn our moon to a splendid sun.
Then leagues of men will envy me for you
And ‘mong your friends only remain a few.