Mine Love

Mine love, why hath thou become mine foe am I not as good as he, why hast thou denounce mine love, am I thy only regret if thou hast a deal with me why thou bear thy lips, am I not as free to be, how much moe may I be soft, how much of love may mine heart pour? you just say the words and I shall cause them as it were ease me this pain thou left hanging around mine waste why is all that want to be what shall compose mine early cry why hast thou not seen in me what thou feel that was in him hath mine love be all soft and unsinew'd, or thou just crave another one is it that thou see the treasure I could ne'r afford? hath it being what grip thy heart be a billion shillings, fame, pride and greed is there something moe that is or only thou crave for his love? if thou bid for another form of methat grants thou all in all let mine soul be rest warrant he treats thou as thou please all thy summon for thou and much moe than, that he shall