O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all...
Sometimes it just happened that I feel a hunger for some poetry, just the same way as I’d feel the hunger for food…strange, but true…At these times I would browse aimlessly through lots of poetry until something would stop my eyes…
Today this sonnet is somehow in synch with me. Not that it reflects something from my real life, but simply for when I’ve been pensively surfing through poetic pages, this particular one had me stopped by and…well, I’ve just stopped on it because it felt like I’ve found the one for today…[~Its difficult to explain the reasons, when you can’t understand them yourself. I’d just accept…]
Transparent words like teardrops…someone returned to the place, he feels he belong…carrying the burden of guilt with him…will he be forgiven? What can he say in defence? And does he need to say anything at all?
Isn’t it a way how things worked, work and will always work?
One will wander away despite of how great their love is…they would still wander away…I wonder what makes us…why when we have all we ever need, we still wander off…[~this is not a question, actually]
In this sonnet he would not deny that he have had other loves, but merely claim that they were nothing in comparison with the great joy of loving what is everything to him, his all, his universe, his rose…
It is as if he has grown weary, he turns away from his wanderings, and says effectively 'What does it matter? Since you are my universe nothing that I have done can take me from you, or can have the slightest effect on our relationship'
There is nothing about if she let him back though…;-)
This weekend I'm going to cut my hair and buy my curtains...and get some decent sleep too...