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 prepost'rously 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/sonnets-xvii/
