So, now I have confess'd that he is thine...
Sonnet 134So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous and he is kind; He learn'd but surety-like to write for me Under that bond that him as fast doth bind. The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take, Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use, And sue a friend came debtor for my sake; So him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me: He pays the whole, and yet am I not free. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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There,
now I’ve admitted he fancies you, and I’m wound round your little finger, too. I promise I’ll
give myself up completely as long as you let him go, so I can keep loving him.
But you’re not going to do that, are you? You’re insatiable, and he’s gagging
for it. He was just being my wing-man but got hooked as bad as me. You sure
know how to strut your stuff, and put it all out there to work for you. He
would never have come near you if it weren’t for me, plus your being so damn
cruel. So I’ve lost him, and you have both of us. He’s given out everything to
you and I’m still not free of you.