DAY TWENTY TWO
SHE LOVES ME
And she loves me yeah she loves me alone
You might toy with my joy but we are one
Briefly you came into my life with grief
And even though I so loved you dearly
Could rhyming slang for grief be wailing chief
Clearly yea or nay it must be nearly
We all have sinned so I will excuse ye
Although you love her true I too love her
If it amuses her to
abuse me
It doesn't really matter I love her
The pain of losing you is my love's gain
There is no sense of losing more than loss
If you and her find love I lose both twain
Therefore for my sake
please spare me this cross
You might toy with my
joy but we are one
And she loves me yeah she loves me alone
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End line rhymes from Shakespeare's sonnet 42
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