William Shakespeare poem #7

                                        Sonnnet 109

O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed 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.      

 

                                                     Poem Defined!

 

Don't ever say that my feelings were not sincere
Even though I stayed away so it seemed so
I could not any more leave myself
than leave my soul which in fact you possess
You are where my heart lies, even if I've been absent
I return like all travellers do
in a predictable way
And when I return my sins are washed away
Even though I am as weak as any other person
Do not believe that my weaknesses could overcome my love for you and your infinite goodness
Because you are the entire beauty of the world and I am completely yours forever.