❝ To me, fair comrade, you never can be ugly,
For as you were when first yourself I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I met you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from her figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived;
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
you were born was beauty’s summer. ❞
Hehe for you~! <33
