Sonnet 1 (Wonderous Pityfull)

Will I exchange thee for some other,
Some other much  better, maybe true,
And be thy love despair'd by thou lover,
It may be some what different; t'is a clue,
What mighty magic has been cast,
Upon every thought my mind has made,
Clear as day; it all may seem to last,
Though complexions murky; dark as jade,
In sight of light I see nothing change,
For thou love for thou prince so strong,
My dream would be dull as the colour of beige,
But dreaming becomes ecstasy when thou come along,
Make it simmer this feeling of hurt,
Trying not to let it waste into the dirt.

"Shakespeare is an inspiration to lovers in despair."

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