Love’s a pool so strong
that it cures men’s maladies.
My cure’s in her eyes. 1
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- Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:— Sonnet CLIII – William Shakespeare ↩
Love’s a pool so strong
that it cures men’s maladies.
My cure’s in her eyes. 1
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Your bed-vow breaking
has torn faith and broken oaths.
You are fair. I lie.1
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Love’s too young to know
what it is here to witness.
In love I rise — fall.1
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Cruel, cruel, love,
I worship your faults and yet,
you love another.1
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Love’s the blindest guide.
Love’s the most cunning liar.
Blind men can’t but fall.1
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My love’s a fever;
a disease that seeks no cure —
My love’s black as hell.1
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Dearth-filled gaiety
paints my body’s outward frame —
death’s death brings me life1
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Love formed lips did hate,
but straight ‘twas taught to greet the
dawn with Love’s own song. 1
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