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Your heart is enough for me to live in.

Whatever I write, I write with you in mind.

Ah, now this was easier to find because this sonnet & Sonnet 130 are probably the most popular Shakespearean sonnets. This is just the actual sonnet, though. I'll have to look for an analysis of this sonnet somewhere else. 😕 Still, this is a good resource that you can refer to if you don't have a physical copy readily available.

Sonnet XVIII

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 wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The text of Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare. Tbh, these two sonnets are actually very easy to study. If you can write a decent answer, you'll score well. I just hope I'll get a question about either of these two Shakespearean sonnets I just posted. 🤞🤞

Sonnet CXXX

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.

February 1820. John Keat's letter to Fanny Brawne.

Keats to Fanny Brawne, May 1820

Agatha

Oh hello

I must declare at first

I'm not the prettiest woman on Earth

But I can assure you

That I will truly adore you...

And I fucking swear I'll be fine

I'm just in need of you braiding my spine

Into your flower crowns of glory and grace

I want to dissolve in you without a trace

Look in my stomach

Take out my soul

You are my monarch

And I am your ghoul

Lay in my casket

I don't mind at all

I'll carry your words

Like some sacred truth

I came here with swords

I walk out with youth

I deck your halls with my wiccan spells

It's always scary to stare into wells

But you'll never know when wish will be granted

We renovate castle that once was abandoned

Let your ghosts hear song of my crows

You fix my heart,

And I will fix yours.

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”