whatshouldwecallme:

Most girls: 

Me: 

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,

Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold such strife

As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found;

Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon 

Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;

Now counting best to be with you alone, 

Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, 

And by and by clean starved for a look;

Possessing or pursuing no delight

Save what is had or must from you be took.

Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,

Or gluttoning on all, or all away.