Poems by Martha

By and by have I wondered,
If thou wert a summer's day.
I still know not what to say.
Only that thou art evil and wicked.

Eke from thine mouth, only harsh winds
blow and throw truth to me face.
So, whatever it is that us doth binds,
Shall never again us lace.

Thy freezing false hands
My neck around wring.
Only lies sang thine bands
To deceive and dark bring.

So no, thou art not a summer´s day,
But a cold, never ending winter.
Yet I still comply to whatever you say,
and to your feet I bow and surrender.