I only love her for her Shakespeare.
I sing a Sonnet, and she listens.
Her eyes reflect the playwright's light.
I like her for her wit; alas,
her wit is not her own.
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1 comment:
"... alas,
her wit is not her own."
This turn is very poignant. I like that.
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