To All the Ladies on the Board

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 dimmed
And every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st
Nor shall Death brag thou wandrest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breate or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

(This is from memory; forgive and correct any errors you find.)

Very nice.

Oh wow, is it mating season already?

Oooh, sorry I’m late, dear. I was out walking in beauty, like the night.

Mmmmmmmmmm. Very nice.

And I should not worry over any errors. Anyone can copy from a book. If you say it from the heart (or memory), that matters to me.

Why, Thank you! ::blush::

And to a sweet man on this board…A Kiss…

That was lovely.

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Okay, boys, one of you get down on your hands and knees behind BlackKnight so I can push him over after I take his lunch money.

Aw…

It’s my favorite!

Yeah, but do you suck where the bee sucks? That’s what I want to know.

Ha! I’m a college student. I don’t have money. :wink:

(And thank you, everyone, for your kind responses! HUGS to all who want them.)

Originality is such a lost art.

Aw, how sweet, BlackKnight! Thank you! :smiley:

swoon

I wish more guys would talk like that. I just love it, I just do. The biggest blush someone ever got out of me was quoting a couple of lines from “Don Juan”.

sigh

:Swooning:

Oh Sir, do go on.

(ahem) (ahem) (cough) (spit)

To all the Ladies of the Board

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 damask’d, 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.

How sweet!

< kiss, kiss >

Thank you Kittie Katt. Smooches right back atcha.

To all SDMB ladies:


She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!
                                     Lord Byron

Fenris