Take all my loves my love yea take them all
what hast th
ou then more than thou hadst before
No love my love tha
t thou mayst true love call
all mine was thine before th
ou hadst this more
then if for my love thou my love reci
evest
i cannot blame thee for my love thou usest
but
yet be blamed if thou thyself refusest
i do forgive thy
robbery gentle thief
although thou steal thee all my pov
erty
and yet love knows it is a greater grief
to bear
loves wrong than hate's known injury
lascivious grace i
n whom all ill well shows
kill me with spites yet we mus
t not be foes.


skakespeare is sick... his poems
are tight