this is one of my favorite poems, and i hope you like it too...
I could not love thee dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, that from my nunnery,
Of they chaste breast and quiet mind.
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase.
The first foe in the field.
And with a stronger embrace.
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such, As thou too shalt adore.
I could not love thee dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
