And I have shed for him so many a tear. <br />First when he took my body and made it his own <br />Although my heart was not yet won. <br />Again he filled me with great fear, <br />When so much of his blood spilled out <br />That, out of grief I thought to ease the pain <br />By ending my own life and ne'er fear again <br />The loss, alas, of my one true redoubt. <br />For him I've spurned my honour, and disdained <br />The only way true happiness is gained. <br />For him, I've gambled conscience, rank and right, <br />For him, all friends and family I've fled, <br />And all respectability I've shed: <br />In short, with you alone will I unite.<br /><br />Mary Stuart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-lord-bothwell-5/
