Shall i say the same to you that, surely, you must perceive of me? O, how i must look, a fool in the face of many wise! But admonitons carry not a whisper o'er the roar of true infatuation. An untrained eye Resting on the visage of my lover as he turns away from me Would see as i do not, a man that does not love the one before his very eyes. It is not true! Not he, who took my hand and spoke the verse that women long to hear. Not I, devotion's keen apprentice, who pushed all doubt and fear aside. A verdict, without the explanation, would render more than words be lost in passing. A love, he said, that came and went as summer kisses fickle friends away. But where in that then, sweetest summer, leaves the flowers of your season but to wilt when you are gone? How can it happen so? I loved you once- meaning be if meaning set upon in truth is candid- that once is flown away. The bird has tired of his nest. I loved you once- Harshness rings in that, sure as men do set out to break the innocent I hear it. Does your very soul not absorb that hollow pang? He's wrung my heart and left me dry Everwhile my anguished cries beg him to stay or let me die.
beautiful~ I'm such a fan of Shakespeare. Did you catch tthe bug too? It certainly does grow on you. Thanks
