It won’t last, this Othello’s love
With sweet thoughts
Fallen like the slain dove
In jealous poisons will our thoughts die
No fault of ours
Only thinking forever the lie
But perhaps in this storm we find
A time to shed rain
A time to behold what once was blind
No matter how bitter, speak words of right
Tell me your truths even
If the beat of my chest doth smite
Me straight from my ignorance
Let it be so
For if so mild it be my penance
Let come your truths and mine
For even in this dark
I find that with you I do shine
So let come your truths, and I’ll let my own
Let this seed that we’ve planted now become sown