Did Hurt

Years without knowing
Act liketh i careth not
Did hurt inside
I still rememb'r
Thy expressions of loveth art bett'r than wine
Bett'r than the fragrance of cologne
Nay wond'r i still receiveth into thee
Couldst thee prithee taketh me?
T's did hurt
Prithee bid me, thee whom i loveth,
Doth thee wanteth to maketh the horologe rev'rse?
Bid me