Accuse me lies confusions of no use For history there is a term broken And reasoning wit through words I abuse Decreasing thy trust as painful token. Or tell faults sorts my inconstancy born That precious minutes with this I dost waste Breaking vows to thee I shakily sworn Depriving love's full thou deserve to taste. Speak to me like thou feel none but regrets For all idle hours to myself I blame Question me of things composing my breath So thou canst feel that I am still the same. I love you so much behind all past lies Now more than ever that will never die.