If thee be my beloved and my only beloved,
If thee pen a few love sonnets in my name,
If I wander into the dark forests,
To pick sweet wild flowers for thee,
among the venomous ivy.
If then my life moves into a perilous abyss,
Where in all I see is profound uncertainty.
If my virtues make me abundant foes,
and then your charm gets you caught,
in someone’s wicked wit.
A demonic mind gets hold of thy naive intention,
And begins to plot an evil chasm,
To put an end to mine life for a personal gain,
And he maketh thee the executioner of his ideas.
If thee stab me in the public square,
out of a gesture seeking a lovely embrace,
The blade would would make me perish,
But my heart would catch fire at that very moment.
That you was a monster in the guise of an,
Mine mouth should say the good old, “Et tu brute ?”
Or I should plainly lie there in an unending anguish.
And then resolve to haunt you till long,
after mine heart stops beating