poem_244_My_Lord

Be angry with me not, My Lord

For I hath not told you truth

I did it in a selfish hoard

But also in loving youth



I feared if I told thee

Of my other being

Then you might see

To go off fleeing



How that would torment

Like daggers to thy heart

I’d lie in mournful lament

As we’d break a part



Be angry with me not, My Lord

I meant it in good intention

In quieting from who I sought

To keep from a contravention



I beg and plead you understand

I did this not in hurting

But I cannot help what has come

In regards of my flirting







Dedicated to: Chris Allen Bibbs

Created on: June 2, 2009 - 0156

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