Sorry, I just love Olde English

Forsaken

alas', for thou art the fairest
the most beautiful in all the land
surely suitors line thine kingdom
in hopes to gain thy hand

what chance have I
me, a lowly slave
to behold such a love
marks an early grave

for without thou
my soul is already dead
such a fair price for love
to relinguish thy head

doest' the guillotine await
to spill my final thought
dungeons shall bear thy name
as chains echo, from a love naught

having been bound unto love itself
thou heart can surely see
what thy kingdom has forsaken
ye Gods have bestowed unto me........

Too Late

Kind sir, please distress no more.
Had I known, I'd by your side, be for sure.
The hours wane as the days be long.
T'was thee, only thee, I awaited, now wronged.
Yea, I am forsaken, and now tis too late
Away thee has gone,such is my fate.

Raine Les 10/2/2009

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