Twelfth Night Valentine

A Twelfth Night Valentine from Olivia to Cesario in attenpted Elizabethan.

Cesario,

My dearest love,
Thou knowest the truth,
I bid you accept these humble offerings,
Alas! I prithee, do not make me beg!

My love hath blossomed,
Why, since mine eyes set upon thy features,
Desire and longing hath plagued me!
Methinks thou doth not feel the same.

Oh! That too familiar longing!
Groping mine stomach and my heart,
The ache of knowing that ev’ry day
‘t is fort thou mine deadly life continues.

But, perchance thou doth love me,
I pray it so!
If, by fate, we meet again,
I ‘faith declare me your’s!

Olivia