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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.
A BABY is the best to love,
She always smiles when you draw near,
Though ugly you may be of face,
No handsomer may interfere
And win her heart away from you,
Despite your faults she's always true;
And though you be unknown to fame,
A baby's love remains the same.
A baby's eyes are always bright,
when the world becomes
it's a living hell
when the world
becomes a nightmare
you know very well
that it is a
the smile upon
your face it becomes
I found her beautiful on the inside
And honored her for time
When all along my feelings changed
and now she's beautiful on lime
Wretched vision! Noon's but lately
Smiled on, when set beside.
World-lost; and quite forsaken.
But one, more obvious then
Disabled personalities, frisk
one's ear, wanting to climb inside,
so near. Telling us against the
flow, their intent to be, what we
Quiet in sleep you lie beside me, my lover
Tranquil, relaxed, beauty so astounding,
And I watch you marvelling that you love me.
The years have transgressed against us both
being 19 is like
in the moonlight
Are diametrical synonyms
It's difficult, oah, to create art
It's not happening
Gesture towards events
arms wrapped around me
to pull the string of my heart
for a puppet dance
His marriage was consanguineous
Wedlock, a double blood knot
He sired two legitimate children
Winter's cold sky is now grey;
What else can be said?
Dark clouds form every day
As I can't get her out of my head.
An incomplete story
Pleads me from within
To complete it,
I listen to it
I am a part of all
I am a small fragment of the whole
and at the same time am the whole
I am what is living and what is not
Aimlessly wandering is all that I can do,
I have no goal nor destination,
The place that will accept me is somewhere,
A place where I am seen.