Saturday, February 5, 2011

A Love Tale , Chemere L. Smith

Take all my love, My love, Take it all,
That you haven’t had much before,
Your love, my love, that you can be sure,
It’s true Love,
All yours was thin before, now I share all,
If not for my love, you my love may receives,
I can not blame you for my love you took,
Bit yet be blamed if you shall deceives,
By the willful taste of your refusal,
I do forgive your robbery sweet thief,
Although you stole all my poverty,
And yet love knows it is a greater grief,
To bear loves wrong than knowing injury,
Lascivious grace, in who all ill can show,
Kill me with your love, but yet we must,
Not be fake.

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