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Poem: Sonnet 46

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.

- William Shakespeare
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One of my favourites, speaks of the possibility of staying with those you love in sleep and dreams ♥
I've been using a random-number generator to pick through the sonnets hodge-podge, and it's so much fun. Like unwrapping a little present each time.