Tuesday, August 27, 2013

As much as I dislike the winter season

As much as I dislike the winter time; shall I compare thee to a warm summers day?

YES!!! <in my turnt up voice> I SHALT!!!!
(It's 90 degrees in Chicagoland area, by the way)



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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest 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.

Your beauty, more apparent than the Sun, does not fade. 
& that's how i Reeeally Feeel. 

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