My Love for thee

Love be the food,
Slip’ the breach of dissention,
An idiot a fool to wonder,
Of any other intention.

Perchance, love against me,
O’er hot coals I do go,
Light through yonder window,
Love thee more I know.

Thou hast loved others,
Doth it preclude me?
Sweet hours from reconciliation,
I raised my heart to thee.

More things hasten my love,
Thou art my heart and soul,
Why wouldst thou be not for me?
Departure should take its toll.

Unto this broken heart,
Fear of our summers’ demise,
Wish thee never more to hope,
Our love again should rise.

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“My Love for thee”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published:
September 27th, 2003
Category:
Shakespearean
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