Shakespeare's Envy

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This bitter taste

Could love it be?

For feelings thy swallow

Mine held for thee?



Destroy thine grove

Escape thine fruit

Grown just for thee

And torn by root



But scorn by hate

Thine plant grows back

Bear thee not love

Scarred fruit, turned black



Fruit stay intact

Kept lessons to see

No matter the scars

Thy still will love thee....

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