Step Aside Shakespeare

XV

Upon thy side against myself I'll fight

even as tears sting and blood stains for who

couldst ever love my present entirety?

'tis luck yond one cares to liketh much of me,

even the pretenses. So wherefore shouldst

I has't doubted finding a stranger lost

in the blur of these double-stacked lenses - 

clouded and sedimented? After all,

discovery is not paved and worn but

roads overgrown with sharp and heartless things.

This is wherefore heroes art adorned, but

none impose as much as my beloved.

Paining me so is thus a favor for

is the nature of love not to forgive?