I bathe not thee, I bathe thy heart,
That thy love from me may ne'er depart!
That thou shall to me be true for aye!
Nor with other women go thy way,
Nor deal with them, be it as it may.
Now I cast this pot away,
With my husband's thought to stray,
To others' love that I may see
Him true, as I shall ever be!
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Thoughts from a Lovesick Witch
PoetryA twenty-first century youthful mage, so as considered desperate for true love and affection, writes her thoughts and chants about the manifestations casted under her accountability in hopes to improve her love seeking.
