life is my abuse when it slips the double-deuce
A priceless treasure plagued by cruel disdain
Mirrors, profane and true, to jewels of love;
And though thy breast see not evil it's name,
Know Heaven harbored not what I speak of.
Love's done for me what hate hath done for thee;
As you saw fit for that, I seek revenge.
If it t'was man, I'd slay as he did me,
And smite him before God's hand could decend!
I reminisce upon the sweetest hours
That fell 'neath suns and moons of purest skies
But t'was before they echoed and abhorred:
The guise'd seconds of my true love's lie!
Mine only comfort lies within my laugh
Of cruelty when you come to taste his wrath.
Sheakesperean sonnets are fun!
Mirrors, profane and true, to jewels of love;
And though thy breast see not evil it's name,
Know Heaven harbored not what I speak of.
Love's done for me what hate hath done for thee;
As you saw fit for that, I seek revenge.
If it t'was man, I'd slay as he did me,
And smite him before God's hand could decend!
I reminisce upon the sweetest hours
That fell 'neath suns and moons of purest skies
But t'was before they echoed and abhorred:
The guise'd seconds of my true love's lie!
Mine only comfort lies within my laugh
Of cruelty when you come to taste his wrath.
Sheakesperean sonnets are fun!