Shayari Bazar

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of TruthI Do Believe Her Though I Know She Lies,That She Might Think Me Some Untutored YouthUnlearned In The World’s False Subtleties.Thus Vainly Thinking That She Thinks Me Young,Although She Knows My Days Are Past The Best,Simply I Credit Her FalseSpeaking Tongue;On Both Sides Thus Is Simple Truth Suppressed.But Wherefore Says She Not She Is Unjust,And Wherefore Say Not I That I Am Old?O, Love’s Best Habit Is In Seeming Trust,And Age In Love Loves Not To Have Years Told.Therefore I Lie With Her, And She With Me,And In Our Faults By Lies We Flattered Be.