Do thy worst to elude you live in me for life
and life will not last longer than your love, affection
because it depends only on this.
So I must not fear the worst of wrongs in the smallest
when my life has purpose;
I think I deserve a better fate at the mercy of what
of your whims.
You can not torture me with your fickleness
Why die in your disdain my life:
or Beat only I possess,
happy with your love, happy to die!
But there is happiness that clouds do not matter?
You could fool me and I do not know.
William Shakespeare
Love deception?
Yes! Illusions ... also, the I know.
But I could never escape the agony and the ecstasy that gift?
chained or reduced to shreds, the blood pulsing through my veins
angel and devil ... and you got me.
Love is Hell pain and joy of Paradise.
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