To my Beloved Psyche
- Bibin Chacko
- Apr 11, 2020
- 1 min read
Oh, mine own lief maiden,
I am sorry for thy drops of sorrow.
I regreteth yond thee hadst to visage the evil eye of venus,
thee wouldst knoweth the salt of mine own drops of sorrow,
hadst the wine spoken from mine own chalice.
Yours dearly
Cupid
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