Sonnet 116 never strays,
Nor within my heart decays.
For sweet love possesses no grays.
Cupid's dart does not merely graze,
But sets seeking souls ablaze
With togetherness to amaze.
Soft words arent just cliches
When backed by beauty which conveys
That better balm against malaise.
Let me believe for all my days,
The truth which 116 displays.
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