Sonnet XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
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You are the most beatiful woman I have ever known.
Your big blue eyes, your soft curly hair, your two hand squeeze - all of these
things add to your beauty, but they are not where your true beauty is. Your
true beauty is in your personality. You are a wonderful person - always
interesting, always there for me when I need you, when I need to get things
off my chest, or when things are bothering me. You are always the
woman I love.
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