I’m to blame. ———————— ? Scribbles: ? ———————— My entry for Yunarella's Wishes contest! :D Based off of sonnet 130- 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 damasked, 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. Mainly the last four lines. :D Program: Vegas 9.o :D seven years [acoustic] // circa survive Time taken: 3 days Render time: 4o min Footage: Instant Star; Wildchild Story: Based off of the book series The Mortal Instruments. Clary and Simon are best friends. Simon longs for more; but who would of thought that the one who would steal that from him would be Clary's supposed brother? ] } I interpret the sonnet to mean basically this: A boy can love a girl without her even realizing, even caring. She could treat him wrong, hate him, ignore him; but in the end he will still love her, whether she is worth it or not. And to my Subscribers;; don't worry, I have a full vid with KH coming up VERY soon. :D ALSO- I Highly suggest reading this series if you already have not ...