Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come.
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom:
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And sav'd my life, saying 'not you'
Sonnet 145:
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: I love you, breath, heart, heaven, life, night, mercy, sweet, tongue, straight, sake, sound, Valentine's Day, away, love, I miss you, gentle, follow, hate, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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