August Love

by Billiam Shakespear

In fair August, where heat and fire doth reign, A tale of love and woe doth take the stage, Forsooth, a maiden fair didst catch my eye, And in her presence, my heart didst beat and fly.

But lo, her heart was held by another, A man of wealth and pride, who was her lover, My heart didst break, my soul didst wilt away, For how could I, a lowly man, find love this day?

But then, a chance encounter in the woods, Where we were both seeking solace and good, Our eyes didst meet, and in that moment, I knew, That in her heart, there was love for me, too.

We spoke of love, of dreams, of hopes and fears, And as we didst talk, the sun didst disappear, The stars didst twinkle, and the moon didst shine, And in that moment, her heart was truly mine.

But alas, our love was not to be, For her father, a lord of great nobility, Didst hear of our love and didst disapprove, And in his rage, he didst have me removed.

I wandered far and wide, with naught but my heart, And in my sorrow, I didst pen this art, For in August, where heat and fire doth reign, My heart was broken, and my love was in vain.

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