memorize poetry

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 delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That 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.

- Nothing like a lil bit of Shakespeare, right?? :D
I love him, seriously.

In my English Lit. class we had to try and write our own ballad today.. And although mine was pretty cheesy I liked it :D And can still remember it!! It’s probably because I spent so long trying to get every other line to rhyme… but still!! I’m slightly proud of myself right now :)