But soft what light through yonder window breaks it is the East and juliet is the sun arise far sun and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she but not her made since she is envious . . . It is my lady; O, it is my love O that she new she were . . As daylight doth a lamp her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night See how she leans her cheek upon that hand O that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that CHEEK!
Reason for writing:
For all you guys who want to impress the ladies memorize this and resite it back(hint, hint, nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
Birth sign: Pisces
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