waited for your calle todaye when it did not come i kurst' this cold and krewel daye
oft played are the games of love and lyfe skillfullye laide are the snares and traps we playe the hunter we are the baite be it known to alle we are the prey
and i knowinge the price of painfulle lessons learned forsooke that knowledge which thru livinge alle mustte earne and thought to safely lure you in withe mine open hearte
yes i kurse this bryghte and sunnye daye shoulde not the skye be fulle of kloudse an' fey ?