Inspired by Shakespeare.

A love I cannot stop from giving you,
A game that is played solely by myself.
While attention from Cupid think I due,
All that remains is but a living hell.

So soft a gaze I feel upon my brow,
Eyes all ablaze with passion and fervour.
Yet sweet nothings ne’er fall from your sweet mouth;
I fear this be but a failed endeavour.

Although my heart so quickens up its pace 
(Though only with Hell’s deadly elixir)
When perchance I doth get to see your face,
A sigh released for no words reach my ear.

A sad and lonely cry my heart doth scream
For of your touch I shall ne’er worthy deem.


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