TIn faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes...
Sonnet 141In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted, Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast with thee alone: But my five wits nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man, Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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My eyes
don’t love to look of you: I can spot a zillion blemishes. Still, my heart can’t
help loving, despite everything. My ears don’t like the sound of your voice,
your caress isn’t pleasing to the touch, you don’t tickle any senses such as taste
or smell.
But all my senses and sense put together can’t stop my idiot heart from being your slave and turns me into your puppet.
The only good thing about the situation is that the same person who makes me do these stupid things also punishes me with pain for it.
But all my senses and sense put together can’t stop my idiot heart from being your slave and turns me into your puppet.
The only good thing about the situation is that the same person who makes me do these stupid things also punishes me with pain for it.