I hoped to present you with a wonderful review of a heartwarming romance but am sad to report that the one I have now turned out to be a recrap. Or maybe a rerant? (Testing some new words here, excuse me). Anyways, will leave that one for tomorrow.
Instead I will post a poem and since this is also Lost Day, I would like to dedicate it to my Sweetheart:
SONNET 18 by William Shakespeare
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 possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
If it turns out that my sweet valentine is otherwise occupied with Freckles tonight (as far as word on the net goes) I have a backup:
*caps courtesy of Lost-Media