Out upon it, I have lov'd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall molt away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In such whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on't is, no praise
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.
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I can simply say you are one of my dearest friends on here, your poetry is amazing to say the least. I hope you become a great poet and life comes easy to you. May all your wishes come true and may you be greatly recognized by all your fans