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The Lover Showeth How He is Forsaken They flee from me, that sometime did me seek With naked foot stalking within my chamber. Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek That now are wild and do not once remember That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking in continual change. Thankèd be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once especial, In thin array, after a pleasant guise, When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small, And therewithal so sweetly did me kiss And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?” It was no dream, for I lay broad awaking. But all it turned now, through my gentleness, Into a bitter fashion of forsaking; And I have leave to go, of her goodness, And she also to use newfangleness. But since that I unkindly so am served, How like you this? What hath she now deserved?  |
The Lover Tells How He is Regretful The ladies avoid me, yet sometimes they find themselves wanting me, at my door. Before I saw them as gentle, calm, fragile and now I them seem tempting and unwielding in a way they wouldn't recognize themselves sometimes they put rithemselves at risk just to come to methrowing themselves for mere bread at the palm of my hand but often wanting more, something more.
Grateful my wealth, for my love life has been better with it than without; yet one special relation in thin garments, a pleasantly sexy disguise, after her dress did fall, she grasped me in her long arms yet she was so small. As she kissed me she said softly, "Dear heart, did you ever feel so good?"
As much as I wished it was a dream, I found myself laying there naked thinking how it turned out. Through my kindness, it turned into a ugly fashion of indulgences and I have to leave, I have to think of her. But since I am so blindly selfish, I must leave before I mess up more for is this what She deserved? Will She like this, what we've done?
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