Shakespearean Variation: Sonnet 87
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
insurance costs I cannot estimate;
but 'till the day of my heart's releasing
I will be paying debts determinate.
You were never one for freely granting,
nor gracing those with great deeds deserving;
instead you leave all in endless wanting,
never from your own interests swerving.
Perhaps I am better for the knowing;
we all may learn from foolish mistaking;
yet this feels like ruin, not like growing,
a lesson too costly in the making.
-- But hope of return my thoughts still flatter,
and if you did, I would, debts no matter.
