SONNET 85

 BRUGES 

Sonnet 85

By William Shakespeare

My love is thine to teach how to repent,
The story of my deep sorrow to recount.
For in this heart, the flame of love is spent,
The scars of love, within me, still mount.

Thus, when the winds blow cold, I am undone,
My thoughts turn back to those that once I knew,
But love survives, though daylight fades to none,
As night retreats, and you remain in view.

Let hearts, not harsh, be sworn to understand,
That pain and joy may blend in life's sweet way.
And though we walk through time with trembling hand,
It is love’s touch that guides us to the day.

So let my love, like shadows, never part,
A tender light, within my faithful heart.

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