William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18

Prologue

Prologue

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 ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Tom closed the book, and looked out of the window of a café, holding his chin, watching the people holding hands on the street.
Who should I compare the beautiful summer with?
Who will give me the love that others are desperate for?
Who is the one that I could sing and praise till the eternal?

He picked up his cup of mocha, and sipped a bit.

Sweet yet have a slight taste of bitter.
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This is my first day to work at the library as a staff.

I sat in my chair uncomfortably. This chair is a bit too small for me.

Suddenly a pair of hands knocked on the table in front of me.

'Sorry, how can I-'

I raised my head to look at the comer.

'-help you...'

He was an angel, that's what I can say.

He had white skin with those stunning blue eyes; his lips were light pink with perfect shape. His hair was brown and curly like those curls on cupid's head; he was also tall and slim.

'Good morning. I want to return this book.'

He handed me the book with his long fingers.

While I was doing the returning, he chatted with me, using his deep and elegant voice.

'Are you new here? I've never seen you before?'

'Oh, I am Chris Hemsworth, new staff here.'

'I am Tom Hiddleston. Nice to meet you.'

He smiled sweetly at me, and oh lord-

I feel like cupid shoot me with a bow of his, in the heart.