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Farewell My Love

Is it really true our love is over now?
Can it be time for us to say goodbye?
Too soon, it's much too soon, my love, for me;
You smile with ease, but I can only sigh.

We've shared our lives and given so much love;
I can't believe we're really going to part;
You're moving toward a new life without me;
I'm left with scars upon my broken heart.

Go on now, if you must; I'll get along;
How much it hurts, I don't want you to know.
I'll set you free without inducing guilt,
But as you leave, the silent tears will flow.

I can't be mad; I love you way too much;
I'll hide my sadness now, so you can't tell.
Sweet happiness is what I wish for you;
Farewell my love, I hope that you fare well.

By Joanna Fuchs
 
Once, people took their time to construct a compliment..a poet with no words to tell of your awesomeness...

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies—
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.”

So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage
And stretched meter of an antique song

--- Shakespeare - Sonnet 17 (less the couplet)
 
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MuchAdo said:
Once, people took their time to construct a compliment..a poet with no words to tell of your awesomeness...

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies—
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.”

So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage
And stretched meter of an antique song

--- Shakespeare - Sonnet 17 (less the couplet)
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The final rhyming couplet to the last sonnet in the procreation sequence. What made you omit it, out of interest?
 
@M_Bluey Fantastic question ^^^ Each of those sonnets in the sequence on fixated extending one's existence, in one way or another, through a child, which I'm not keen on as the best reason to have a child. As I'd bet you are aware, it is typical of the Shakespeare sonnet the "volta" - the "turn" - is placed as a contrast between the quatrains and the couplet and I wanted to focus on the struggle on how to profess beauty rather than procreating to satisfy (what I see as) one's ego. This one has one of my favorite lines: "Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces." Really, the whole middle quatrain, I can't pass up - lol.
 
Hmm, but the couplets in the first 17 sonnets (which I agree conclude with a statement calling for the intended reader to produce a child) are the answer to his proposition set up in all 17 of the sequence, which is:

How can beauty conserve itself against Time? Or more specifically how can this beautiful young lad remain beautiful?

To which Shakey's answer is to have kids thus cheating Time and Death by passing one's beauty on. Now ok, he bounces other ideas in there too but both the proposition and answer (couplet) are integral to the sequence and the main theme.

You know all this but I would like to better understand your reasoning for omitting the couplets. Not that it matters but I'm interested all the same.
 
MuchAdo said:
@M_Bluey As I'd bet you are aware, it is typical of the Shakespeare sonnet the "volta" - the "turn" - is placed as a contrast between the quatrains and the couplet and I wanted to focus on the struggle on how to profess beauty rather than procreating to satisfy (what I see as) one's ego.
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I mean I see your reasoning, I just wonder why you make that case? Can we really pull apart one of his sonnets and focus on the turn say, without it having a detrimental effect on the sonnet?
 
I figured you knew something about literature when I saw your question. Undoubtedly removing the turn dismantles the purpose of the sonnet, yep. When I was taught writing, senior year in high school, we studied 50 or 60 small parts of works each week. We read complete works too. Our instructor believed that we could learn from seeing how professional writers put bits together. In this case, I just admire the effort that went into constructing what I would consider quite a compliment (that won't ever be said about me - lol). It's a different time. Now there are probably millions online who's best received compliment in days is: "ur awesome babe" followed soon after with "open boobs". We just don't put the same effort into what we say.
 
Be easy now take some time to clear the rubble in your head and teach your heart that some things are better left unsaid don’t worry if sometimes things break and change and burn because these are things to help you learn and I know they’re still a part of you inked into your skin like a damaged tattoo just don’t forget to love yourself too
 
I thought about kissing you today and yesterday and the day before that. I know I’ll think about kissing you tomorrow and the day after that and some more days after those days. I think about kissing you slowly and tracing my fingers along your lips. I think about kissing you in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. I think about kissing only you not anyone else just you.
 
Stranded in an ocean of emotions can't seem
To figure out where to go
I look up high at the stars and see
Your face amongst them glow
You smile at me & say don't stop
You're closer than you think
Ahead of me I look and see
An angel and as I blink
I am on shore, happy and shocked
You're there waiting for me
You grabbed my hand in my ear you whispered
Your heart had called for me
How can this be you're never there
Surprisingly I said
I was alone lost without you
Thought I would soon be dead
You'll never die you answered gently
I'm watching over you
I have your heart cause you gave it to me
The moment I met you.

-ThePegasus-
 
If I Could Write Words by Spike Milligan


If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.

If I could speak words of water,
You would drown when I said
‘I love you.’
 
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Still_Waters said:
If I Could Write Words by Spike Milligan


If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.

If I could speak words of water,
You would drown when I said
‘I love you.’
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People tend to forget that behind that manic outward appearance, there was a man of immense talent in so many fields.
Thanks for reminding me of that with his wonderful words.
 
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