This rosely thorn born of heartbreak's trials...
Begets heated sorrow of heart's denials.
Send breathless love in heated signals...
For the morrow of decadent greet.
Heart well broken fro' deepend deceit...
Tears roll down cheeks so soft.
Reddened only fro' thoughts done
carelessly sent mutedly aloft...
Feelings felt swayed away as frayed.
Worn abreast'd as timely tested...
Heart is lonely, only boldly rested.
Give that chase to heart's own madness...
Give'th saneness to a well calm'd sadness.
Heart anew'd, across thy plane...
Never more sorrowed by facts insane.
I beseach thee to ne'er demote...
Our once'd time of love, embroil'd of hated note.
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I would like to translate this poem
SIR MICHAEL...SMOOTH &ELOQUENT THIS 'ARTE DE ROMANTIQUE'! HOWS THINGS BEEN...DONT SEE YA ON AS MUCH...IM GOING TO BE IN SAME POSITION SOON...'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK