My Sweet

This letter I write my sweet
Describing the following things
Of our fondest love
Of our latest fling
Of ye love,
Which last till the stars fall from the heavens,
Of ye passing of O, thought of joy
Or thou thought of hate
Which all thoughts we do
Till ye lost in thou eyes,
And ye learn to do,
O, to our love's tainted thoughts,
O, to love's charmed powers,
O, to love's youth, and what not,
O, to our love's came,
So bitterly sweet like sugar cane,
O, how I wish I could refuse love's darkest side,
O, to refuse love's brightest light,
And with thou last stab of betrayal,
With thou foul lingering smell,
Of a bloody, gore filled stench,
Decomposing, diabolically,
Spilling and filling, of velvet red over and under ye thoughts,
And a last, our love's are dead,
Leaving a pool of red,
A trail of stench,
And a bid our love's is pure
Thus leaving us a must, and longing for more.