Ah, Valentine’s Day. Forget the roses, the candy and all the other ways our patriotic businessmen have thought up to part you and your dearly beloved from your money. William Shakespeare did more with words
than any Hallmark writer ever could. We wish you a happy Valentine’s Day.
Sonnet 109
By William Shakespeare
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
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