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 allayed, <br />To-morrow sharpened in his former might. <br />So love be thou, although to-day thou fill <br />Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, <br />To-morrow see again, and do not kill <br />The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness: <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 />Or 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-said/
