My face in thine eyes
thine in mine appears.
And true plain hearts do in their faces rest.
Whatever dies was not mixed equally
If our two Loves be one…
Were thou and I so alike…
then none could second,
none could die.
My face in thine eyes
thine in mine appears.
And true plain hearts do in their faces rest.
Whatever dies was not mixed equally
If our two Loves be one…
Were thou and I so alike…
then none could second,
none could die.
December 15, 2009 at 9:41 pm |
…Actually, it’s an English poem. We studied it in one of my classes recently: “The Good Morrow” by John Donne. (It was, however, recently passed off as Irish in the movie “Tristan and Isolde.”)
It is lovely, though. Love, defying death… a very romantic sentiment, but only true in the context of Jesus…