It is a strange sort of pain "to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"

Wednesday, November 27, 2002

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 possesion of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as man can breathe,or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

sonnet no.18 William Shakespeare

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