**Author's Note: Every one of us has at one time or another experienced jealousy in our lives. This poem was begun some time ago and has been unfinished in my archives. With inspiration derived from reading the works of T. Petrov Pavlova and a bit of encouragement from my poetic friend Nick Hawkins, I decided to experiment with rewriting and finishing this as an Olde English piece. I am sure it will be viewed as amateur by all the REAL Shakespearian writers out there...but it was fun to do! Hope you will enjoy.
Cometh to me thou didst with openness,
with most flowery language thou didst charm
and thy sentiments wast treasures upon mine bosom –
thou causeth the inspiration of mine breath e'er on!
Perchance now, where hath all thy beauty evaporated hence?
Wast thou simply adorning thyself with falsities
endeavoring to winneth mine favours,
whence preceedest thou the instigation of
thine entrapment of my most weary heart?
Thou professeth to love me
with thy very life…
Yet, in thy behaviour thou hast turnest away
from thy professions truest, and becometh
a marionette; thou now belongest to the
vilest of creatures whom controlleth thee and
takest away our happiness, with snarling glee
and green-eyed avariciousness
Striketh against thy beast within!
Returneth to thy profoundest nature my love
Puttest thou away all jealousy and strife
Knowest thou in thy heart of hearts that
mine shall remaineth true unto thine forever...