A little Shakespeare for the day's end...From the Public Domain, featured by Garrison in today's Writer's Almanac.
This first line is my prayer - ernest, honest, steadfast:
never say that I was false of heartEnjoy the poem in its entirety, below.
Maybe note how these words:
flame/ breast/ home/do something to your own breathing, your own beating heart.
Poem: "109" by William Shakespeare. Public Domain.
O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself 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.