O, never say that I was false of heart...
Sonnet 109O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe, though in my nature reign'd All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stain'd, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. |
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Don’t tell me I was unfaithful, even if my absence might have made it seem that way. I couldn’t tear myself away from you any more than I could from my own soul, which lives in your breast. I’ve roamed about like a traveler and now come home again at the time I was meant to, so I’ll make up for any sin I’ve committed. You can’t believe that (although I am only human with all the usual failings) I’d be so lacking in morality as to forsake everything good for something worthless. Nothing in the universe is worth anything to me except you: you’re everything to me.