Wish for a Dear Friend
Thou art grown to something more
Of all women, fairest to behold,
Because 'tis the night you're born
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day,
Or the stony skies of wintry nights,
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Like red glow of gold beside grey silver,
Or the enchanting lavender in the moors
So I wish for you all of heaven's grace
God's praise, unmatched beauty and solace!
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ReplyDeleteI don't know to what she would be best compared with, but I must say.. your work here is incomparable. Get Going!!
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