To Thou
To Thou,
Thou who's heart
Art not mine
To Thou,
Who's heart belongs
To another
Who surely
Does not love you
To the point
She thinks
She doth.
That cold,
Pale hearted wench,
Who art the
Keeper, Master
And Jailor
Of your heart,
Who doth die
In the twilight.
She will forget thou soon,
Dear one.
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