Sonnet - 96
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less:
Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem'd,
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated, and for true things deem'd.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Hi, Call me Yumi
I'm a perverted, ocd, flakey, anxious hermit-crab
Likes ~ Laughing, Art, Laughing, Singing, Laughing, Laughing, then laughing somemore
Whoa dude ~ Laughing doesnt even sound like a word anymore @w@'
(unintentional ^ poem)
Dislikes ~ Abusive people, tho since I'm a pacifist, I'd prefer turning their hearts, rather than lash out myself. There is good in everyone, even those who push others away, we only need to extend our contagious kindess. ^^v
Im (forever<3) Single ^_~
(not a promise ^ lolz)
Thank you Alan!!! i love it more than ive loved ANYTHING ever EVER :D
Movie/Show Of The... Every-So-Often ≧◡≦
DO waNT avi arts ^~^v