Thursday, March 27, 2014


She is like the sun. She is the bright star on the sky. When it is dark she will come out and show who she is. She is hot like the best days. Her eyes show love. The love will be as long they lives.

1 comment:

  1. Yep, you only used one-syllable words, alright (so, points for that) - but this is not quite the story that is in the Shakespeare sonnet, is it? I like the additions about the dark, and her eyes - but they are not in the poem. What IS in poem, and not in your story, is the punch line that she will die physically and only remain immortal because he put her in a poem...


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