sonnet of fidelity
With everything, to my love I’ll be attentive, Until, and with that zeal, and always, and so much That even in the face of the most enchanted It’s made more enchanting still. I want to live it in every vain moment And in its honour I shall spread my song And laugh my laughter and shed my tears At its grief or its joy. So later, when knowingly it procures me Maybe death, the anguish of…
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