Monday, May 21, 2001

Sonnet Xcix Comments

Rating: 5.0

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
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William Shakespeare
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* Sunprincess * 14 January 2016

............a most beautiful write with lovely imagery ★

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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