My Henry

Alex PB


Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

My loving husband,

My King, your Majesty,

For your kindness is too worthy,

But your hatred is too much,

For I was never touched by another man,

And yours is the only one I kissed, your hand,

I gave birth to many children,

Yet you sent me away,

I stayed with you since young,

But you sent me away, 

You ruined us for whores,

Your sister will tell,

For the pain that I bore,

We never end well,

The legitimate wife of the king,

Your majesty, your love,

I never gave a son to be king,

But a daughter that made queen,

My English prince, my Henric,

My English gem, my master, 

Why abandon me, why leave me,

Why do you beg for my forgiveness?

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2023 05:46
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Comments1

  • arqios

    That was a truly inspiring read. Brings up many an account over hundreds of years of Henry’s.



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