The good morrow
- John Donne
My face in thine eyes, thine in mine appears.
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest.
Where can we find two better hemispheres...
without sharp North, without declining West?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally.
If our two loves be one...
and thou and I love so alike that none can slacken...
none can die.
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