i fail at poetry.

i have neglected editing through photos from the weekend.

standard.

however, maybe i can get caught up with this whole 

"thirty days of blogging thing"

except, no, i can't.

the next challenge is telling me to write a poem to someone i love.

well i love lots of people, and i could write entire essays about the affection i have towards them.

but a poem?

i can't. 

i love reading poetry, i think it is beautiful, but my creative mind stops shorty before having to produce, and share and original work of poetry.

{have i said poem/poetry/poems enough?}

poem.

there, now i have.

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so instead, i'll share my most favorite love poem ever, in honor of the last day of february.

love sonnet 18

william shakespeare

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

que bonita.