Love is the only thing that brings us to the truth, and love is pain, yet love can not grow, it can only be in confident with the, or whom ever they may be... in order to be more then just happiness, it's the future that love only have it's reason to touch AND go towards destiny.Written by me: William H.So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to me, though alter'd new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.Sonnet 16 XVI: But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair, Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, Neither in inward worth nor outward fair, Can make you live yourself in eyes of men. To give away yourself keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.WRITTEN of William Shakespeare...Sonnet XCIII.
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... I'M NOT A DREAM.I'M IN LOVE WITH REALITY. JUST CREATING FROM THE DAY DREAM... I VIEW..THIS YEAR OF 2008 BEING REBORN CUZ I CAN'T WAIT TO TAKE IT BACKAND OVER.
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