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私について
you must see me absolutely
If eyes see, heart likes and falls in loveThe passion to meet lights fireReality and dream get mixed into each otherOne moment comes and arched eyebrows are frowned.He had loved a lot of beautiful ones without being lovedHe knows that there is no remedy for this troubleThe lover also bears the troubleWhy falling in love without being loved?Days full of hope and expectationPassed with happiness and griefWe had tried hard but too hardBut couldn’t answer the riddle called love.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare :))
If eyes see, heart likes and falls in loveThe passion to meet lights fireReality and dream get mixed into each otherOne moment comes and arched eyebrows are frowned.He had loved a lot of beautiful ones without being lovedHe knows that there is no remedy for this troubleThe lover also bears the troubleWhy falling in love without being loved?Days full of hope and expectationPassed with happiness and griefWe had tried hard but too hardBut couldn’t answer the riddle called love.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare :))
