| How many times have we travelled down a road merely out of curiosity, and as we move down it something there takes us by surprise. Something insignificant somehow catches our eye. We stop and stare at the beauty consummated there. A beauty that fills our heart with the passion we identify as love. We are confused not knowing what to do. Before us lies, our future if we make the right approach or our downfall if we turn away. Do we stride forward or do we hesitate and take care. The decision is only ours in what we should do. |
| When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment. When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheerèd and checked even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay, Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with decay To change your day of youth to sullied night; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new. |
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