How then shalt it be,
That in lying, depth be free,
Nor that death, part o'me,
Be givein' unto thee,
Yet depth' deep, swallow whole,
Takein' of thine mortal soul,
Heart' within thine hath stole,
In two, broken, as with fol'
Love is but thy very end,
Yet thy very gift thee hath send,
To me not, shalt thee mend,
Nor o' times' ol' be thee friend,
Be it but a game of chance,
Be it sorrow, yet loves' romance.......
GJW 19/02/07
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-then-shalt-it-be/
