Lover's Infiniteness

If yet I have not all the love, Dear, I shall never have it all, I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move, Nor can entreat one other tear to fall. All my treasure, which should purchase thee, Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent, Yet no more can be due to me,



Than at the bargain made was meant.
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
     Dear, I shall never have thee all.

In the end love is what wheat one gets
It's the time well spent
The treasure of the first kiss
The touching ever so softly
The mistakes that two can work on

But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall
New love created be, by other
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For, this love was not vowed by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general,The ground, thy heart is mine; whatever shall
     Growing is the key doing it together means more

Yet I would not have all yet,
He that hath all can have no more,
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou should have new rewards in store;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing save's it:
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall
     Be one, and another's all.
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