My dear mistress has a heart
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with love's resistless art,
And her eyes, she did enslave me;
But her constancy's so weak,
She's so wild and apt to wander,
That my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
Melting joys about her move,
Killing pleasures, wounding blisses;
She can dress her eyes in love,
And her lips can arm with kisses;
Angels listen when she speaks,
She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
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Comments2I'm really captivated by the intertwined sentiments of love and jealousy in this melodiously woven piece!
WOW, THIS STUFF REALLY HITS YA IN THE FEELS. BEING IN LOVE IS TOUGH, HUH?