A Lovely Sonnet
If then the love for us is cursed,
I call upon to come and do,
To come and curse my love for you,
But still from me it shall be nursed.
If poor I'll lay on dirty street,
Or wet of tears i would be soaked,
I'd not regret why it evoked,
Was in the night on sacred sheet.
But you still feared my darling are,
As if you wouldn't blinded be,
As me, who hell looks through the star.
Therefor my darling I am free,
Of present days my own am Tzar,
While you to future bend your knee.
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