William Shakespeare

Sonnet 23

As the actor who, having lost his temper,
Loses the thread of a long-known role,
Like that madman that, falling into anger,
In an exuberant force, will power loses, -

So I remain silent, not knowing what to say ,
Not because my heart has cooled.
No, my print puts my seal
My love, which has no limit.
So let the book speak to you.
Let it, my silent intercessor,
Goes to you with confession and entreaty
And just demands reckoning.
Will you read the words of love dumb?
Do you hear my voice?