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 relinquish thy head
doest' the guillotine awaits
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 to me........
Shakespearean style love poem
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