O, never say that I was false of heart, <br /> Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. <br /> As easy might I from myself depart <br /> As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: <br /> That is my home of love: if I have ranged, <br /> Like him that travels I return again, <br /> Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, <br /> So that myself bring water for my stain. <br /> Never believe, though in my nature reign'd <br /> All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, <br /> That it could so preposterously be stain'd, <br /> To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; <br /> For nothing this wide universe I call, <br /> Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-cix/
