Too much must I had stolen from your heart
in our past lives, led to your endless chase.
Or else why I’m condemned by lifelong smart,
repaying debts, th’untraceable to trace.
I wish I’d paid off what to you I owed
so that my sentence of this life shall end.
Had I not for my crime contrition showed,
I would confess my sins, myself amend.
While laboring for love I’ll wait for doom
when wheels of fortune ours anon does turn.
I promise I shall ne’er your heart resume.
For th’end of convoluted cycl’ I yearn.
Or you, kind love, could grant me leniency
Let me return your stolen property.
2018/3/22
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