I Speak, ill of Myself

Saved for wit and forth with
Less I speak, ill of myself,
Then of someone else
A term, I deem and pray
What light come forth to mark the day

Know’st thyself best, before someone else
And remember to be thyself
Less I shed a tear, fear thyself in fear
And knowth thy truth, thou has to bare
That I am here, and I do care

Share thy heart and show thyself
I couldn’t bare to be with someone else

For I bequeath my heart to you
Form this day forth
Everything that I can do, I’ll do for you

Truth be known, by truths I bare
My heart is yours, and yours to share

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