Monday, October 5, 2009

Poem from Quote Act 4

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest,
My dear Othello hasn't been the smartest,
Does he not trust me?
Sweetie why can't you see?
I am truly yours, my Moor.
The truth shall come out,
Please don't scream and shout.
It is Iago who is messing with your heart,
But he shall never tear us apart.

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