1.
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love"s sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love"s delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
2.
love yourself, how can you love others?
Marriage is the end of youth,
The beginning of life.
Love is you?
It"s too rude, too boisterous, too brutal;
It prick like a thorn.
True love is never a smooth road.
Kiss is the love life of a poem.
Love"s night is noon"s Sun.
If you say "like" don"t need a reason,
"Hating" on what basis do not need.
The sweet honey taste, numbness;
Not very passionate love before long;
Too fast and too slow, the results are not satisfactory.
Sad is the evidence of love.
But,
Deep sorrow is evidence of a lack of judgment.
