垃 圾 袋 裡 的 信 鴿

the pigeon in the bin liner

 

 

Let me confess that we two must be twain, 

Although our undivided loves  are one.

So shall those blots that do with me remain,

Without thy help, by me be borne alone.

In our two loves there is but one respect, 

Though in our  lives a separable spite,

Which though it alter not love's sole effect,

Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.