‘Ere be my man who is loved so dear,
By my own heart who hath shed many a tear.
Liquid crystal tainted with salt,
Stung my cheek and begged me a’ halt.
For what I saw did prove my heart,
Hath a jealous complexion from the start.
There be many a’ woman a’ coveting him,
Fair ladies to succumb to his every whim.
Yet what am I but a mere leaf on the breeze?
To him I am nothing more then to please.
There be finer gentlemen in many lands,
Although his heart hath resided in my hands.
Though he hath the love of all women true,
It cannot be said he honestly loves you.
His affections aren’t worn with the fashion of a badge,
More so then ever we cannot cadge.
Its true I will never know of his feelings so just,
Yet stay with him I will, for I feel I must.
‘Ere be my man who is loved so dear,
By many a woman who hath shed many a tear.
Thousands of crystals tainted with salt,
Yet it is mine heart which is obligated a’ halt.

Olde English Love

poetry

Last updated 303 days ago by Bridie Bunny