William Shakepeare [sonnet 116][1] Poem by Kees Kees

William Shakepeare [sonnet 116][1]



Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

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