The following is a poem I wrote when I traveled back in time to meet Queen Elizabeth I whom I am madly and deeply in love with.
You say to England you are wed,
But can England comfort thee in thy bed?
If the laws permitted bigamy,
I would beseech thee, to marry me
Alas with England I cannot compete
For Thine affections oh so sweet
Your marriage to her wouldst be long
Under your guidance, she liveth strong.
And so instead
Take me as a mistress to your bed
That I might comfort you at night
And stand by you in daylight
To England leave a legacy
A child, if you wouldst marry me.
(This is written as part of my Shakespeare unit at Uni. Dear followers, worry not, my love for my partner Sam remains and always shall me so.)