Love`s Paine

Have thou not compassion for my sicknesse?
O fatall desire for your face in heav`n
Behold love`s revenge for my wickedness
That I did treasure you for the while
More than God`s starres in moonlight night
Yet I so foolish did not take his heed
So now am punished with great speede
Blinded by visage, and lost of holie light.

poem by Leslie Philibert
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!