So is it not with me as with that muse?
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to my verse,
Who other themselves ornament doth use
And with every thread sewn in this purse
Making a girl of proud care.
With pen and ink, with brush and paint's art.
With August's firstborn flowers, and all things rare
That written page sings in one's heart.
O' let me, true in love, but truly read,
And then, believe me, my love is as fair
As any father's daughter, love is red.
As those red candles fix'd in heaven's air;
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
By: Me
This poem is inspired by a Shakespeare sonnet... By this time I was obsessed with Shakespeare poems. So I made one inspired by he's rhyme schemes.
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Random Poem Collection
PoetryThese are just random poems that I write whenever I'm in class. Also, there are Filipino poems here, since I'm Filipino. But most of them are English, and some of these poems are related to another book that I'm currently writing as well! Anyways, t...
