shakespeare

I adore william shakespeare, such a talent.
Decipher the poem anyway you want, but i guess love's really the sweetest thing in the world.
Live for love? I guess not, (although i used to live for it) yet its great when its in your life..

Well now, i do revolve my world around a small number of selected people, i cant fit in more.. But its great. With love, everything really seems different.. The air is fresher, your day is brighter.. Your guy's the best looking guy to you..

Anyway, check out this poem by shakespeare.. Indeed, his love is rare.

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 on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, 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.