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You sit with him in his arms, I see my love destroy
My heart burns with fury, though I know you both enjoy

Truth is what I see, but it should be me and not he
I may trust all the girls but definitely not she
Truth and beauty got buried by my former lover bee

When, I see disgrace in men's eye played by cruel fortune
I feel it happens only with a true lover's love that spoils it's tune

So long as I stay alive and can breathe
My heart will burn for that cheat with wrath

This poem is dedicated to WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE for this poem of his

Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy
They that love best their loves shall not enjoy

Truth may seem but cannot be
Beauty brag but 'tis not she
Truth and beauty buried be

When, in disgrace with fortune and men' s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee