*pray, read this aloud, it’s ever so musical!*
O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s ‘No.’
How can it? O, how can Love’s eye be true,
That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
The pen is indeed mightier than the sword. How else could one simple lesson on love be expressed in terms of a paragraph of words? Of which every two lines serves to reiterate the lesson? Anyway, i’ve had first hand experience with the fog and hope that my vision will not be overly obscured again this time round. or in any future times.
at least now, if i make excuses to condone a behaviour that does not appeal to me, i am aware of it. better than being in self-denial of such glaring problems.
but truth is, for the first time in my life, i have no plans, many thoughts and loads of confusion. countless hypotheses and propositions, threadbare ideas and i hate this kind of lack of control over my life. urgh.
oh boy, i am so complex even i don’t know who i am or what i want or where i’m going with this line of reasoning and wat the heck this entry is doing on my blog???
dopey signs off more clueless than her usual self (is that even remotely possible?
