• Misconceptions

    Disturb thy not he called from the tower,
    The bells chimed as upon thee next hour
    Thee plant wilted for tis a flower
    As thee lover called with desire
    Bliss comes when thee near
    Thee Bring upon shrouded fear
    Thou love drives through thy as a spear
    …
    Thy voice trailed off
    Then thy spoke with a tone quite soft,
    Unwanted is thou love
    Flight thee take as a dove
    Transcend to thee heavens above
    Be gone with thee for not thy beloved