Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?

You are certainly and by far worse

And I do hate summer above all things

in heaven and earth than is dreamt in you philosophy.

I’d rather be an untamed shrew than to be your Juliet.

But let’s not make much Ado about nothing

It was but a Midsummer’s night dream

And All’s well that ends well.

We are apart now, be As you like it

That’s the way it was supposed to be.

I wouldn’t want to turn our romance into a Comedy of errors.

Escrito por Bubu às 22h04
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