You Are My Rose
Some people say
almost every day,
That love is a treat,
but thou art a cheat;
You love me not
they swear with God.
One even pinched his nose
but still, I say thou art my rose;
But if thou prove’st me wrong,
after I wrote in my summer song
That thou art the only one
who doth bring me joy and fun
And attest to me thou wert satire,
sorrowfully from love I will retire.
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