Love poems/ page 4 of 1285 /
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
Im going in 2 this not knowing what i"ll find
but I've decided 2 follow my heart and abandon my mind
and if there be pain i know that at least i gave my all
and it's better to have loved and lost than 2 not love at all
in the morning i may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry
but first to those of my past i must say goodbye
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;