Bosoms Sonnet

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  1. Threedee

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    Oct 28, 2007
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    I begun this sonnet four years ago as a high school senior on a particularly boring day in Shakespeare class. It started off as satire, as Will liked to use the term a lot in his work. I slowly edited it over the next two years and came up with this:

    A heavenly complexion, never dimmed,
    Did never take a lady—until thee:
    When mighty bosoms, that with magic trimmed,
    Were mounted on thy chest for men to see.
    They are thy gift, concealed in silken cuff.
    A prize I need and did’st for so long seek—
    And sight that tears mine eyes in gaze so tough—
    With tips: Where beauty’s meaning meets its peak.
    Unhinge them hang, so I may with them play,
    Thy teeming mounds of wondrous shapely flair,
    And in my urgèd care do let them stay.
    Thou fair’st of fair, could ne’er a woman fare:
    To me, come thee, whose bosoms none can match.
    Unfathomed luck to me, if I them catch.

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