Shakespearean Love Poem 3
Methinks that thou art my cheerful would
A gift not a plague I think thou art
Through a game of woo catch me their should
Heavy no long casts its painful shadow
Now to steal a kiss from their if only I could
A gift not a plague I think thou art
Through a game of woo catch me their should
Heavy no long casts its painful shadow
Now to steal a kiss from their if only I could