Colin F. Jones

DECEPTIONS

She bought his love, with her desperate sorrow,
Which he indeed would hasten to repair,
Though she unwisely from his heart did borrow,
His youth’s blindness, substituted love for care.
When that day came; that clouds gave way to sun,
She, rested from her woe did radiant bloom,
Love in her heart his follied thoughts, thought won,
Upon another transpired to dote and swoon.
How could she steal his love this way and run,
And even in fleeing propose a, to him, deceit,
Had she not caused his hand to seek a gun,
Through jealousy a coward’s end to meet.
Ah oft doth love disguise itself in sorrow,
That from it some must own what they do borrow.