Her eyes are not like the sun;
more red like coral red.
Her ******* are dun
and cold,
like snow.
Black wires grow on her head.
I think my love is rare
as any with false compare.
I know music hath a more
pleasing sound,
but I love to hear her
speak.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
Her eyes are not like the sun;
more red like coral red.
Her ******* are dun
and cold,
like snow.
Black wires grow on her head.
I think my love is rare
as any with false compare.
I know music hath a more
pleasing sound,
but I love to hear her
speak.
shakespeare*