Let me confess that we two must be twain, <br />Although our undivided loves are one: <br />So shall those blots that do with me remain, <br />Without thy help, by me be borne alone. <br />In our two loves there is but one respect, <br />Though in our lives a separable spite, <br />Which though it alter not love's sole effect, <br />Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight. <br />I may not evermore acknowledge thee, <br />Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, <br />Nor thou with public kindness honour me, <br />Unless thou take that honour from thy name: <br />But do not so, I love thee in such sort, <br />As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-36-let-me-confess-that-we-two-must-be-twain/
