OK. So this one is for all you Shakespeare fans out there! I wrote this is Shakespearian. It's about this lovesick guy wrting to this girl he likes (aww) Sorry for mistakes, I haven't studied shakespear a lot. I'm only fourteen so... Any way please review!
Speak back in haste, my love,
as impatiance runs through me more sinnfull than sinned.
It is crimson in my lips and in my cheeks,
Dearer than eyesight, are your lips tender and sweet.
Longing arth am I,
to kiss thy lips,
Glittering, pink as a rose, but not sticked.
How soft arth thy hands?
Nails also pink, not painted,
for the color of love cannot be faked,
Beauty is the sun that shines upon thy hair,
Oh, how can thy hurt a soul so harshly?
being a most gently floating feather in the summer sky,
I'd sooner to the coffin than not see thy faithful smile,
Hence, I shall sign off thou heartsick name,
in sighs my love, I hope to speak again.
