Tis not worth you

Stop , tis madness!
This game thy plays must end!
For from thous wrist will drip
To the end of gentle finger tips.

Melancholy your bring
With your falsely promised ring
Your charming words
Do`t mean a thing

Do walk in other directions
Ends your insufferable obsession
Thou has chose to part
Leave you with the continuing hunt for the heart.

Yee sais your love is eternal
As the beauty of the gods
But thou already knew
About your other fasir maiden

Your adulterer has been caught
Your lies end here.
And I send you packing
To leave you so lacking

Yee will be fine
She will take you
And she will continue
To feed your shameful sin.