Black Rose

Black Rose
To most it looks grim to me it looks beautiful

Monday, November 14, 2011

Love


Oh, cupid why must thee hit with me with thyn arrow of love. For I have been, struck, I have fallen for thee, my prince. Thou hast found a way into mine heart and killed me deep inside. For I can’t get thee out my mind, but cruel love has it so, you have another love. For thou hast fallen for mine sister, oh cruel fate why hast thou hurt me so, I would rather die than fall for thee. For even though it is mine heart’s fantasy, it is against mine father's dying wish. For even thou ist a mere commoner and I a lady of royalty. You are mine, mine wish, oh how mine heart aches for thee. To thee I am a mere pest and annoyance but even if thee hates me so, mine heart will never let go. I hope one day thou can find a hint of love for me in thyn heart. Oh how I crave thyn sweet lips but for the sake of thee I will hold back mine love.

Forgive me for any spelling errors, this was my first time doing something in the Shakespearean language.


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