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Two Hearts be One - Until Death
Sonnet XXII
Presume not on thy
O therefore love
My glass shall not
persuade me I am old
be of thyself so wary
So long as youth and
thou are of one date
heart when mine is slain
As I - not for myself
But when in thee
time's furrows I behold
but for thee will
Then look I death
my days should expiate
William Shakespeare
XXII
Thou gavest me thine
Bearing thy heart
For all that beauty
that doth cover thee
Which I will keep so chary
Is but the seemly
raiment of my heart
not to give back again
As tender nurse her
Which in thy breast
doth live as thine in me
babe from faring ill
How can I then be
elder than thou art