Shall I compare thee to a winters night Thou art colder and more freezing Thy heart sits there like a block of ice And spring doth fear to come near Winter's moon shineth with gloom Barely lighting the way to thy misery And men cringe with passionless fear Thy kiss sends them packing and screaming So then thou sits wrapped in thy misery
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
My humblest apologies to William Shakespeare who at last report was spinning in his grave
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