What shall I compare thee to apple of my eye?
A bird does not do thee justice or truth.
You are more beautiful than a blue sky.
A women whose love I wish to sleuth.
A girl of soft voice and wide pleasant eyes
Who if looked but once on me I would faint
But a smile from you would bring me to rise
Who could ever look at you and speak plaint?
To look at you is better than flying,
When I see you my heart soars to new heights.
Anyone who says otherwise is lying.
You are more to me then a pretty sight.
I know that you are short of words and shy.
But I love you more than I can say why.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
What shall I compare thee to apple of my eye?
A bird does not do thee justice or truth.
You are more beautiful than a blue sky.
A women whose love I wish to sleuth.
A girl of soft voice and wide pleasant eyes
Who if looked but once on me I would faint
But a smile from you would bring me to rise
Who could ever look at you and speak plaint?
To look at you is better than flying,
When I see you my heart soars to new heights.
Anyone who says otherwise is lying.
You are more to me then a pretty sight.
I know that you are short of words and shy.
But I love you more than I can say why.
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