Slavish Saver

I don’t know how can it be possible

Though I try a tell it’s not principle

To love me for my deep love tangible.

But what is your behave, is not credible.

At least thou should honourably hear

But you, my most favourite dear;

I think, thou could do, but hardly bear;

And then from attach, tried me to clear.

In spite of this, I will forget, ever

But thou will be rarely loved for never.

Now time comes when I aver

Rarely can distract any clever

Worm from me who always on thy favour

Likely, for thou, ‘the slavish saver’.