Ghaunted (A sonnet)
The ghost of love doth have me haunted
The pale blue eyes that do crush my poor soul
Oh, how this boy doth make me feel ghaunted
Oh, how he makes me wish life were dull
Only the love the man I do love
Can save me from my own horror and fear
It is only the man I do call dove
That can break the chains that do bind me here
He loves me not, he loves me so, oh why
He has me in his hands that are like bowls
He pays to me no thought when I cry
Oh, his love doth take its own pay in tolls
I wish to tell the man I do love him
This love be as a plant and he is a stem