Hell Hath No Fury Like Someone like me Scorned

i was angry with my friend
i told my wrath, my wrath did end
i was angry with my foe
i told it not, my wrath did grow
and i watered ut with fears
night and morning with my fears
i sunned it with smiles
and with soft deceitful wiles
and it grew both day and night
till it bore an apple bright
and my foe beheld it shine
and he knew that it was mine
and into my garden he stole
when the night had veiled the pole
and in the morning glad i see
my foe oustretched beneathe the tree