Sunday, May 20, 2007
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think
me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue, On both sides thus is
simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love,
loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her,
and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
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in another words ;
being two timed is normal.and you've just got to live with it.simple.kapeesh ???
so what if i'm overly dramatic.
kaaye\.- they all want to see me fall.
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