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