A Love's Tale I.Vii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Chaffy:
But I mean good not Ill,
Though your words will not but my eyes still
Care staring at those blessed apples,
And my heart meditating(like psalm)on those dimpels
Well set without flaws of mark.
My heart, eyes, mind to your beauty hark!

Diana:
Oh, by heaven who demands a tale
Of unstructured plot devouring the tail
Of the theme. And misused speeches,
Murdering the figures of speech?
Anon, your stay stirs my anger,
And if it be prepared, you wouldn't like the aroma.

Chaffy:
If that be you and yours choice,
I'll not get what I cherish by force.

(He leaves)