So long as men can breathe$$$ or eyes can see$$$
So long lives this$$$ and this gives life to thee.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
For I have sworn thee fair$$$ and thought thee bright$$$
Who art as black as hell$$$ as dark as night.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
In black ink my love may still shine bright.
<p>The saddest thing about love$$$ Joe$$$ is that not only the love cannot last forever$$$ but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.</p>
My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done$$$
Every why hath a wherefore.