Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said <br /> Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, <br /> Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, <br /> To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might: <br /> So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill <br /> Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness, <br /> To-morrow see again, and do not kill <br /> The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness. <br /> Let this sad interim like the ocean be <br /> Which parts the shore, where two contracted new <br /> Come daily to the banks, that, when they see <br /> Return of love, more blest may be the view; <br /> Else call it winter, which being full of care <br /> Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lvi/
