Alaeha Posted September 12, 2003 Report Posted September 12, 2003 Well, I never use porcupine, but it sounds good. I decided to take a gentle poke at Shakespeare. So here we go, it's my very own un-love poem/demented sonnet. Shall I... Shall I compare thee to a wintry night? Thine heart, methinks, is colder than the worst of winter's fury. Frost has much less spite than thou. Your rage is quick, and so you burst. Shall I compare thee to a frozen lake? Nay. Cold, perhaps, but constant you are not. We've had, we two, too much of this heart-ache, and yet you know not even what you've sought. Shall I compare thee, then, to summer's day? Your blood is warm, but yet you somehow lack a crucial part of beauty. All is gray within. So give my trust, and my heart back. I shall not give another symbol. No, for there are none that really, truly show.
Ayshela Posted September 12, 2003 Report Posted September 12, 2003 *shrieks of laughter* i LOVE it! and knowing who you mean, i don't think "pegged" does the thought justice. *giggles* well done!
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