So shall I live, supposing thou art true, <br />Like a deceived husband; so love's face <br />May still seem love to me, though altered new; <br />Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: <br />For there can live no hatred in thine eye, <br />Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. <br />In many's looks, the false heart's history <br />Is writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange. <br />But heaven in thy creation did decree <br />That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; <br />Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be, <br />Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell. <br />How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, <br />If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-93-so-shall-i-live-supposing-thou-art-true/
