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Sonnets > Sonnet # 22, Week 47, Jan. 9

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message 1: by Candy (new)

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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again.

message 2: by Janice (JG) (new)

Janice (JG) The difficulty in truly loving someone is knowing that some day, no matter what, you will lose them. That knowledge can be a torment.

message 3: by Candy (new)

Candy | 2638 comments Mod
Ouch that is true.

I saw on the news the other day that a married couple got a permit for both to have assisted suicide so they could die together. They were married a long time like 50 or 60 years.

I imagine it being comforting to them... rough on kids though.

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