spurned

by rhiannon macgregor

if i, in boundless envy, did offend
i put to thee that i should not be blest
with fortune in my life or noble end
for my trespasses done at love’s behest.
for i, in boundless ignorance, dids’t know
that thy true loves demeanor was more dear
to thee than all the friends that come or go,
than all thy worldly holdings far or near.
and knowing this i coveted his arms
aware, i lifted loving lips to his
and shared with him my questionable charms
yes, all i did, all while knowing this.
in horror from my offerings you turn
by both friend and lover am i spurned.

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it never happened. :)