Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
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sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am
This is awful and robratterman sucks!
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robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am
Yeah, this guy is just nuts!
robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am
YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!