by Kris Koments

Created on: April 10, 2009   Last Updated: September 20, 2009

Thine lady her charm; lord for thine flatter.
Refrained presentation; empty thine chatter.

Lady, adorn thee white hair piled latest fashion.
Tis covered thine virtue; to cloak thine own passion?

Appeasing the gather, know not of thy power?
Intoxicate the heart; scent, youth of flower

Whispering candle, flame through shadow flow.
Swirls thine dance, entice fragranced glow.

Lord, distant thou standest, far not from her side.
Countenance thee carry; humble tis pride

Favor be given, mirror thine devotion.
Gloved hand; thine applause spare not thy emotion.

Lord, honor thine office, doest count it as dung?
Share not thine fair lot, refrain thine own tongue?

Make haste to renew thine reputation, or be a fool.
Is thy lord but a rogue, and thine lady not of virtue?

Thine lady her charm; lord for thine flatter.
Refrained presentation; empty thine chatter.

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