From ill coloured day, to thick forest womb
I sought on harsh whirls beating on my skin
The unearthly cave leading my lover's tomb
Twas a time woed by nothing ever seen.
We are sistered by what pulls us apart
So was the tale during my lover's reign
Account of love's joy between sorrows sat
Love is adulterated, by no means sane.
Bliss heired us broken blossom of bliss and shame
May our reproach be seeded in its age
If its deed will cost both me and my dame
We shall grow in life's sowing sage.
My love with her guard, will shield my heart
No pestilence will at a season cart.
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