Poem IV: Archaic Song

Love me, lad.
I dare not ask you,
would not task you,
yet I’m sad
not to hear you
or be near you.
Love me, lad.

Love me, lad –
yet don’t fear me;
if you’re weary
go, be glad,
I’ll live without you.
Lie about you
I won’t, lad.

Nothing, lad,
is what you owe me
I’m proud to know you,
that I had
some moments with you
clever, witty
dearest lad!

But if, lad,
you never thought
I would be caught
I’m mute, lad,
yet I plead
don’t let me bleed –
somewhat speed
to Love me, lad.

To Poem V

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