Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain, Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest; But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee; Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.
How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care, Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. Thee have I not locked up in any chest, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part; And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
When love, converted from the thing it was, Shall reasons find of settled gravity; Against that time do I ensconce me here, Within the knowledge of mine own desert, And this my hand, against my self uprear, To guard the lawful reasons on thy part: To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause.
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend. \
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year, The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
y that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show,,
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with time.
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new Come daily to the banks, that when they see Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;
But when the surprise
Oh sure I am the wits of former days, To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake: Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
Thanks to peppermint media for having me as the third photographer during the engagement&wedding photo shoot at Virac Catanduanes, it was fun working with you Mike. Mato and yobeeboy.
a pre engagement photo by: othelloelviracacatian for the peppermint media co.