Sonnet XVII
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo
re lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the daring buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
And often is his gold complexion dimmed:
And every fair from fair, somtimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of tht fair thou oweest
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives live to thee
By
William Shakespeare
Icey and Mike, everyone here
at WWI would like to
help
in celebratintg your anniversay.
You both are very special to the
in our hearts. We
wish a very great day of love and happiness.
May you have many years together.
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