So shall I live, supposing thou art true...
Sonnet 93So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to me, though alter'd new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show! Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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(Continuing from last sonnet)
So, like a cheated spouse, I’ll continue to carry on thinking you’re faithful, and I won’t notice the difference between the face of supposed love and the real thing. You’ll give me your physical attention whilst thinking of someone else, and beecause you simply can’t look cross, I’ll never know the difference. For most people, their moods show in their faces: they frown and moody wrinkles appear. But your face is made only for expressing love, whatever you may be thinking, and you look friendly no matter what.
If your external appearance indeed doesn’t match your inner heart in this way, you’re just like Eve’s apple.