Ghaunted (A sonnet)

Fri, 01/20/2017 - 13:29 -- Token

The ghost of love doth have me haunted

The pale blue eyes that do crush my poor soul

Oh, how this boy doth make me feel ghaunted

Oh, how he makes me wish life were dull

Only the love the man I do love

Can save me from my own horror and fear

It is only the man I do call dove

That can break the chains that do bind me here 

He loves me not, he loves me so, oh why

He has me in his hands that are like bowls

He pays to me no thought when I cry

Oh, his love doth take its own pay in tolls

I wish to tell the man I do love him

This love be as a plant and he is a stem


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