Your bodkin, seeking my heart if straight,will find it's target quick,
I'll gladly die an honorable death, still remembering the arrows of cupid,
but if your sword, stealthily moves from behind, in deceit, cuts me down,
denigrates love, let darkness shout, from where once love solemnly stood,
you'll have to be on your knees to seek forgiveness for this sin, it's no win.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Your bodkin, seeking my heart if straight,will find it's target quick,
I'll gladly die an honorable death, still remembering the arrows of cupid,
but if your sword, stealthily moves from behind, in deceit, cuts me down,
denigrates love, let darkness shout, from where once love solemnly stood,
you'll have to be on your knees to seek forgiveness for this sin, it's no win.
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