Taught 2 Think
Would thou revile me so much lover dear?
That thou teacheth mine heart to hate at fate?
Would I regret I e'er knew thee or fear?
Art thou mine archfoe or a true fate mate?
Mistaken, thou thought her to be a wife,
Thy hurt by her, a lesson rent perhaps.
Alas! It's all but gaming, what a life;
It's full of odium, pain and cruel mishaps.
She gave to thee of all, none: heart or time,
She swore and plan to sore thee, what disdain.
But thou hast found love, Jophiel for thine mime;
Indeed, found thou a heart and crown to reign.
As learnt of life's forte and thought without end;
That all of life's Worth's in death, live my friend.
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