Wherefore awakest thou,
.................................... oh mine heart?
Thy lover hast taken
................................. thine every part
And left but a shell.
But markest thou well,
Cupid hast many another dart.
It will be mustered
.......................... and aimed forthwith,
T'ward that ungrateful wretch,
......................................and thus give
This very same pain.
And happen again
He cometh, henceforth
....................... wilt find me heartless.
stupid messes up.. im depending solely on Jesus these days.. his aim is perfect! wonderful poem fay! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Ahh dear lady, I see thou hast, awoken the sweetest words, lament not the morn in such sweet verse.. :) Andy 10
Seems Cupids arrow was not loaded! his love for her, has been eroded! a woman scorned is a woman goaded the danger being! she's unexploded
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite original and innovative in its expression, Fay, thanks for sharing with us :) Yelena M.