Sonnet 18
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Shall I compare you to the shining sun? For you shine, whole the day, From your heat, my heart can't run, At night you leave, and I must stay, Sometimes you're hidden, gone, And I must face the cold alone, Your absence lasts just too long, I die each day of winter tone, But I long to each sunrise, And at morning I leave shade, Waiting for you, on my advice, I pray to god, please do not fade. As long as each day, the sun returns to me, I'll wait for you and let you run free. - Tim Lommerse |
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