Can Thou Feel These Tears
That Drip Upon Thy Face
Thou hast returned misery
A Mere Bleak, Eerie Embrace
Can Thou Touch Thy Cheek
And Not Feel Pain In Thou Heart
Once betrothed and bound forever
With thou light'st touch It tore apart
Life be thy ornament delicate and elegant
Shattered to mere pieces, thy lost evermore
Tears Run fast upon thy fragile chafe
Thyself felt betrayal of thou love swore
Fresh blood trickle upon thy lips
Thyself Savors the naive blood of thou veins
Thou's innocence shall be choked upon thy lips
Thy Tears apart these shackles and thou chains
Feel burdened thy sweet, malice love
Thou will die perish gradually in thy clutch
Crimson as thee shall be, thou sight will be lovely
For Thee will die with thy lifeless touch
*First True Related ShakeSpeare Write, So I'm Not Sure If the Languge Is Correctly Used. Helpful Critism Is Appreciated *
