Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said <br />Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, <br />Which but today by feeding is allayed, <br />Tomorrow sharpened in his former might. <br />So, love, be thou, although today thou fill <br />Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, <br />Tomorrow 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 /> As call it winter, which being full of care <br /> Makes summer's welcome thrice more wished, more rare.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-56-sweet-love-renew-thy-force-be-it-not-s/
