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The lines I wrote for you before, they were lying;
Remember, the ones saying that I can’t love you more;
But I could not comprehend then,
That the flame inside me can burn even more bright.

Time, however, changes even the comands of the kings,
It intervenes the vows, playing all types of games,
It destroys the holy beauty, sotthes the sharpest intensions;

It adapts rebels to the machinery of change.
With the fear of the tyrannical time,
When I am sure about my love, when I have no doubts
Can’t I say ‘I can’t love you more’;
Can’t I forget the future and crown that moment.
No, I can’t say that!
Since love is a baby,
I can’t see it as already grown up,
It will continue to grow.

Poèmes
William Shakespeare