Eleven

She loves me so devotedly and true.

That I say she has never loved before.

And I'm not sure exactly what to do.

It's only me who she seems to adore

I know my lover loves me by the look

Upon her face when I tell her goodbye.

She doesn’t even beg for a reprieve.

In fact, my lady then begins to cry.

And when I begged her hand she wept and wept.
The tears just kept on coming whilst she sobbed.

For I’m the secret that she never kept.

But somehow I feel like I'm being jobbed.

But what did you just say? She cannot stand?

My adoration or my withered hand?