Sweet interruptive love, renew thy force, be it not said
Thy interruptive edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but today, interruptive, by feeding is allayed,
Tomorrow sharp’ned in his former might interruptive.
So love be thou interruptive, although today thou fill
Thy hungry interruptive eyes, ev’n till they wink with fullness.
Tomorrow see again, and interruptive do not kill
The spirit of interruptive love with a perpetual dullness.
Interruptive, let this sad interim like the oceans be
Which parts the interruptive shore, where two contracted new
Come interruptive daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of interruptive love, more blest may be the interruptive view;
As call it interruptive winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer’s welcome interruptive, thrice more wished, more rare.
Thy interruptive edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but today, interruptive, by feeding is allayed,
Tomorrow sharp’ned in his former might interruptive.
So love be thou interruptive, although today thou fill
Thy hungry interruptive eyes, ev’n till they wink with fullness.
Tomorrow see again, and interruptive do not kill
The spirit of interruptive love with a perpetual dullness.
Interruptive, let this sad interim like the oceans be
Which parts the interruptive shore, where two contracted new
Come interruptive daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of interruptive love, more blest may be the interruptive view;
As call it interruptive winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer’s welcome interruptive, thrice more wished, more rare.
