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shakespeak and (PaIn) ...............................
shakespeak and (PaIn)
"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:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By the eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose posseion of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee,"
(PaIn)
And those summer sunsets so sweet like the frosting from a cake,
and how lovely they way your hair would blow in that afternoon shade,
How sweet the smell of such a fragrance,
almost as if spring was a mixture with the winds of summer breeze,
Music the voice that came upon my ear as you spoke with such ease,
How beautiful your eyes looked as they looked into mine,
and glaze from those beautiful brown eyes how they sparkled in that afternoon as they sun started to set, with just you and me your laying right next to me,
Eternety my mind would of thought but for that one moment in life,
it felt like a life time and the essence of our souls would be one in that one afternoon where the sunset was all ours,
And as the night fail stars would start to shine,
as if your beauty would of started all over again,
yet the the shivers of the night were kept in silence,
and the heart beats were the only noise that night that I herd,
As the dew of the morning fell upon us there was no more:
yet death spoke to sofley, to sneaky like a thief lurking in the night,
and no more, no more, no more, could i see thee.
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:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By the eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose posseion of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee,"
(PaIn)
And those summer sunsets so sweet like the frosting from a cake,
and how lovely they way your hair would blow in that afternoon shade,
How sweet the smell of such a fragrance,
almost as if spring was a mixture with the winds of summer breeze,
Music the voice that came upon my ear as you spoke with such ease,
How beautiful your eyes looked as they looked into mine,
and glaze from those beautiful brown eyes how they sparkled in that afternoon as they sun started to set, with just you and me your laying right next to me,
Eternety my mind would of thought but for that one moment in life,
it felt like a life time and the essence of our souls would be one in that one afternoon where the sunset was all ours,
And as the night fail stars would start to shine,
as if your beauty would of started all over again,
yet the the shivers of the night were kept in silence,
and the heart beats were the only noise that night that I herd,
As the dew of the morning fell upon us there was no more:
yet death spoke to sofley, to sneaky like a thief lurking in the night,
and no more, no more, no more, could i see thee.
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