Those lines that I before have writ do lie...
Sonnet 115Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' When I was certain o'er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow? Buy and Download...Click HERE
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My earlier poems to you were lying: the ones that said I couldn’t love you more than I did at the time.Back then, I didn’t see any way my already-fierce flame of love for you could possibly burn brighter. I was afraid that that life's ups and downs would dull my future love for you, but was absolutely certain of the love I had for you at the time. As Cupid himself is a permanent child, I'm sure you'll agree it's appropriate for me to have deemed an immature thing to be full grown, even though it kept growing.