There’s a bit of sunlight trapped in your hair
just there
I think I can capture it with my lips
if I am careful
and maybe I can transfer it to your mouth
with mine
give you a taste of the bright beauty
you’ve brought to me
RCGA,2010
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footprints
a prairie dog stretches
its shadow
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
William Shakespeare
Martin, I have always loved that sonnet by Shakespeare; it says so much about the reality of true love.
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