She's sitting alone, eyes in a daze
Her life a map of confusion, her world like a maze
She holds her head high and wipes back the tears
The words I don't love you echo in her ears
She clasps her hands and bows her head
Is my life over or am I simply dead?
A beautiful woman has taken his heart
He wanted beauty instead of her smarts
She hears their baby crying she knows what to do
From now on kid, it's just me and you
Two years later while walking the street
A handsome young man she did happen to meet
He looked in her eye and stopped in confusion
Was this lady real, or just another illusion?
He asked for a date right there on the street
She glanced at her shoes and said what time will we meet?
Six months later and a small engagement band
That man got down on his knees and asked for her hand
That woman smiled while her daughter screamed yes!
One year later she walked the aisle in a white dress
Happiness was found that day on the street
With that handsome stranger she happened to meet
Together they live in a small little town
Embracing the love they both had found
Now, sixty years later and I love you so
He held that woman's hand saying although you are leaving, I'll never let you go...
A Farewell to False Love
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever:
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore,
To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
In blind error when I did persever,
Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore,
Hath taught me to set in trifles no store,
And scape forth, since liberty is lever.
Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts,
And in me claim no more authority;
With idle youth go use thy property,
And thereon spend thy many brittle darts.
For, hitherto though I've lost my time,
Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!
My Mistress' eyes
William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips' red,
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