Did ever so long hast grievance scarced all happiness? That all the world's province canst not be blunter. For your heart is far too poisoned with sorrow to bring comfort hitherward. I am to you bound, and with unborrowed eyes I am myself not so merit. Thou who art far more flourished by every vow'd constancy, to be the more enchanting. By blunting wits are mine oaths more keen. And many there were, that did fonder eyes subdue. For when we rage, were perjured oaths oft seen? Ne'er hast I vow-broke to misuse thee. And I have twenty vow's of honest faith, that I am to love thee swearing. For all my oaths are of new love bearing. And if I should break but one, then letst I be the young fool of treason. That thou who's dear love may break thy own vow with no greater reason.
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Author:
Sefrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2017 19:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry I have been not so active lately. But here's a new poem in a while. These words are of the oath of love. The one thing that's most powerful in the world, yet so frail it can easily be broken. My inspiration to this has been a certain someone who has made my life so much happier in just three months. Thank you. x
- Category: Love
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Oath might be broken, but love will last. So glad you are in love.
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