May 2015
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Basically I'm saying, babe, you're hot. You know its funny, I adore Shakespeare but i could not handle writing like him. All proper and British and modern... I'm too old fashioned for his tastes.
Let's think about it. Shakespeare was a progressive of his days; making words, analogies, that are timeless to this day.
What am I using?
Old tricks of the old writers to quell my taste for old art. Gods knows I describe everything as if I were Dickens, all elongated and profoundly bloated in the most beautiful and adoring way.
But back to where I was. You.
This sonnet is for you. I did promise one this night, did I not? In my head I did, at least. Oh dear, this'll be a surprise in the morning. But at least it is a surprise just for you.
I at least hinted of a sonnet, a sonnet for you, telling of you and our love and how it makes me feel. So here we must go.
You are the moonshine to my midnight, the angel to my demons.
Too much? I dare say, it must be, you have simply gone giddy with giggles. Perhaps a different route should be approached.
If I were a murderess, which in all heart-related actuality I am, I will give this fair promise that in all my running around and cutting out hearts, that yours will simply be those one I keep closest to mine.
Alas, too dark? Oh, my love, but there must be some way to express my doting! Be in not in a dark sonnet, or an adoring sonnet, perhaps a comedic one?
There were two things I was certain of. One, that he was a vampire, and two, that I was irrevocably attracted to him.
Oh, perhaps too comedic. Perhaps too unkind. Perhaps a bit too much paraphrasing. But I digress. Anything I can do to please you, my dearest one? Anyway I can express how I feel without making you laugh, or giggle, or simply chuckle at me?
It cannot be as simple, as you say. It cannot be as easy as holding you close and whispering in your ear how much I love you. Can it?
Well I promise, then, that I will spend my nights whispering towards you my affections, and holding you tight until you can stand my embrace no more. Will that suffice?
Oh, I love you.
And I suppose that's the best way to put it.
Basically I'm saying, babe, you're hot. You know its funny, I adore Shakespeare but i could not handle writing like him. All proper and British and modern... I'm too old fashioned for his tastes.
Let's think about it. Shakespeare was a progressive of his days; making words, analogies, that are timeless to this day.
What am I using?
Old tricks of the old writers to quell my taste for old art. Gods knows I describe everything as if I were Dickens, all elongated and profoundly bloated in the most beautiful and adoring way.
But back to where I was. You.
This sonnet is for you. I did promise one this night, did I not? In my head I did, at least. Oh dear, this'll be a surprise in the morning. But at least it is a surprise just for you.
I at least hinted of a sonnet, a sonnet for you, telling of you and our love and how it makes me feel. So here we must go.
You are the moonshine to my midnight, the angel to my demons.
Too much? I dare say, it must be, you have simply gone giddy with giggles. Perhaps a different route should be approached.
If I were a murderess, which in all heart-related actuality I am, I will give this fair promise that in all my running around and cutting out hearts, that yours will simply be those one I keep closest to mine.
Alas, too dark? Oh, my love, but there must be some way to express my doting! Be in not in a dark sonnet, or an adoring sonnet, perhaps a comedic one?
There were two things I was certain of. One, that he was a vampire, and two, that I was irrevocably attracted to him.
Oh, perhaps too comedic. Perhaps too unkind. Perhaps a bit too much paraphrasing. But I digress. Anything I can do to please you, my dearest one? Anyway I can express how I feel without making you laugh, or giggle, or simply chuckle at me?
It cannot be as simple, as you say. It cannot be as easy as holding you close and whispering in your ear how much I love you. Can it?
Well I promise, then, that I will spend my nights whispering towards you my affections, and holding you tight until you can stand my embrace no more. Will that suffice?
Oh, I love you.
And I suppose that's the best way to put it.
