Not a pastoral, but still..

Come live with me and be my love

And we will some true pleasures prove

that can not help but escape my lips,

and you should hear, should justice live.

 

If this truth should ever reach your ears,

Hold me close and hold me dear.

Cure me.  Tear down this wall,

And Let all that once betrayed us fall.

 

Perhaps I will gather flowers in vein,

never more speak a loving name,

A promise followed by a kiss

That I know may nev’r reach your lips.

 

But I am young and as so I

Cannot promise it will not die,

but I can offer you my frail word:

All that matters will be yours.

 

And as months pass I cannot say

If I will be who I am today

But if thee now these pleasures move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

 

So many times I have said your name

If still deaf to this you are to blame,

But if these delights thy mind may move

Please live with me and be my love.


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Synopsis
Kind of a reply to "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love", but it lacks some elements that would make it a reply: first and foremost it is not a pastoral (hence the name). The meter is also different. Nevertheless, enjoy!
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