This is what happens when you are bored....cheesy love poem warning!
this poem makes no sense at all
Loneliness, so overwhelming.
How shalt I love thee,
when they love, once given me,
is now lost in the onrushing sea.
Woe is me!
Alas, the longstanding suffering,
that my soul befalls to, and
the thread of my love for thee
shalt never break.
Oh, how she strives for love,
but thous doth not see,
the one and only
who shalt set thee free.
Thy kiss on her lips
thou delivers with grace.
How blinded is she by thine's beauty,
as she looks upon thee's face!
Woe is me!
A life so fragile, hanging
by a single thread,
Oh how I love thee,
and to death.
The pain, I can't endure
anymore. Rise from death,
oh, one that I love,
and let us become one, thee once said.
Thy love sets in my soul;
Woe is me!
The greatness of thine's love...
is it real or another fantasy?