Serious Coupeling

 

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Shall I compare thee to a summers day? (Sonnet XIII)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

by William Shakespeare

I know I do sound like a lovesick fool, but William S. really knows his way around words. And I don’t see a reason for inventing the wheel, when there are people, so much better in using them.

I could write down all the things I tell him right now, but this is something, that should stay between him and me. But this is my way, of spreading nice and fuzzy feelings, hoping, all of you are feeling the same way, or will feel like that soon.

And now, you are free to shoot me (metaphorically speaking!) for being in love and cheesy all over the place!

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