The Shepherd's Reply To The Nymph
You deny a colt for your empty pung
My worlds love is naught but young
Where all exists in twenty four karat
Should not be given to thee who does least merit
To compare my heart to whither, be an outrage
For divine love will only but grow with age
What reason does one carry, not believe for love to last
Do not base treason off of scary and dreadful pasts.
Flowers do fade, while no one's will grow
With strong roots not made for soil where all is woe
Why grasp my love and turn it upend
Why question a summer that sees no end
Judge a hammer by the ...