The chamber of my heart's cold near the left;
So sickly thickened by her sight with his;
Betraying eyes that smile to my bereft
And stained by redden wine as red there is;
Ungodly as her lipstick beckons both-
And me, through frozen veins an equal cause:
To pierce as they did mine by secret oath;
Then I to self proclaim no mercy's pause:
Befall the cheerful couple to their make!
But wine would bitter still and me repose-
Where bitterness do echo such mistake-
To blame the thorns, I knew did mold the rose,

Then let deceitful love untouched by scorn
As they'll defeat their own when love has worn.