Shall I write a sonnet?
And to you a summer’s day compare.
For me you have caught in a net
So that I with none do you share.
In your glorious eyes
Is God-given beauty so divine.
That when you pass, the flower sighs
Their brilliance is none like thine.
Oh object of my desire
Forgive me always, oh please
When my foolery has earned your ire.
A gentle kiss and you my heart seize
So let us forget this simple verse
And let us our love rehearse.
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