My Dear Love

You, you, your love made me live;

But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?

Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much;

Who ever loved, that love not at first sight?

No sooner met; but she inspired me;

No sooner chatted with her; but she made me happier;

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind,

When you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.”

Failure is the perfect herald of tragedy. I were but little happy;

One half of me is yours, the other half yours

Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,

And so all yours.

Hear my soul speak

The very instant that I saw you did

My heart fly to your service

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes;

Even if you have died, my love is sweet;

Sweet, above thought I love thee;

Hear my soul speak:

The very instant that I saw you did

My heart fly to your service;

Love is eternal and Perennial;

Journeys end in lover's meeting,

Every wise man’s son doth know;

But never doubt I still love you; love you forever.