Originally posted by: 33
Originally posted by: Turin39789
just use this and change the name to the name of your wife...
yes, that would mean a lot... what happened to "boo to rhyming"?
Eh, Im at work at cant actually concentrate on the poem to offer anything helpful, so I'm just posting substitutes for the unoriginal guys out there to use.
My mistress` eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips` red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow in her head.
I have seen roses damask`d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.