September 3rd 2005 7:24 am
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my love, my lucky four leaf clover, has sent me the most beautiful shakespearian sonnet! i am the luckiest kit on catster! the happiest kit in the world! here is my special sonnet from my special purrfect poet...
So is it not with me as with that Muse (Sonnets XXI)
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O let me true in love but truly write,
And then believe me: my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
I will not praise, that purpose not to sell.
-- William Shakespeare
he calls me his 'Muse'...isn't that so romantic? irish is so dreamy....i love you darling!!
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