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.
and once again
i'm left wondering
what has taken
you over once more,
leaving me out in the dark
but my heart in my hands
and claws at my chest.
- fool for you.
— The End —