No Greater Tempest Ever Rocks the Shore
No greater tempest ever rocks the shore,
Than that which in my heart doth rage away,
My love will not obey a higher law,
Nor listen to that which my mind may say.
If love is harsh then how can it be kind?
The ropes between us are so tightly bound,
Just as the ones between a man and hind,
Yet as your silken slave myself I found.
But how can I so flawed lie next to you,
When my resolve cannot withstand the thought,
That you might realise my status too,
And I should lose the prize for which I fought.
But if you quench the raging fires of doubt,
I shall to you always remain devout.
- Oliver Schofield
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