Wishing well
Come hither thus my treasures fell
to where the wishes once were burning
Contrary to, in well them dwelling
Deeds were drenched of tears from all foolish men.
Smite me ‘o heaven to heave me away
Bring death to my dream of perversity
until then might I heave this tendon in sin
will Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn ?
wealth went weary so weary have I become
‘tis the gorges of my beloveds shun
Whence the penny dropped, one by one…
in this ring i suffer, o my sweet paragon.
~ John
2007-04-05
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