Would you work on your favorite make?
For easy is your reader’s heart to break
For who cannot bear to be tormented
Poems from you for her were first invented.
Against bearing, reasoning and fusion
To learn your bold creation
And those flavors, I shall mention
I linger upon everlasting composition
It serves to keep this heart in motion
I feast upon my endless starvation
For love first takes undue proportion
I am sure will still answer my intention
Of misery a reluctant obsessed
Of all intense passions chest
Of fear fused with binding share
Unknowingly a duel hard to spare
Hysteric fits at least a score
If you find an occasion none or more
From hysteric to fainting fits under pressure
The fair ones pleasure then hard to measure
Of Sighs and groans go in no account
Burden your soul with vast amount
A deranged fever of loss may add
Dear author, you made your lover mad
Pack your hero’s sword and heart
Let your heroine play her part
Her brown eyes were not meant to weep
Hear her voice and in her arms find your sleep
Would you work on your favorite make?
For easy is your reader’s heart to break
For who cannot bear to be tormented
For her your last will never be expected.
