“A Love Tale”

Take all my love, My love, Take it all

That you haven’t had much before

Your love, my love, that you can be sure it’s

True Love

All yours was thin before, now I share all

If not for my love, you my love may receives

I can not blame you for my love you took

Bit yet be blamed if you shall deceives

By the willful taste of your refusal

I do forgive your robbery sweet thief

Although you stole all my poverty

And yet love knows it is a greater grief

To bear loves wrong than knowing injury

Lascivious grace, in who all ill can show

Kill me with your love, but yet we must

Not be fake.