
A FOOL IN LOVE |
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A FOOL IN LOVE |
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Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
O know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument:
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
In the middle of green sea
Two loves grew their size
But sky only sees three lovers
Two hearts wrote love for her
But one did not told to her
And left in words forever
He prayed to god
He prayed to stop his time
Every day, he prayed to his god
But his god stopped other boy’s time
Boy thought god gave him chance to change
But it was mistake
Girl prayed to her god
To exchange her life and lover’s life
Every day she prayed to her god
But god didn’t have
He didn’t have power
When time stops, no can restart
She waited for her love
She couldn’t live with him
Boy couldn’t help her
Girl went weaker and weaker
Boys get sick of inability
Girl finally decided
When no one is near her
She killed herself
And finally two lovers met
Boy who left in the world
Never visit them
it lasted in boy's heart
but it was not the end
Another love story began
in great father's love house