Er. Well. Rina?
Erm. Well, I, er, found this. It's by a fellow named Shakespeare. The book says it's his 117th sonnet, which is a lot, especially since there are even more. I can't imagine writing all that many, but I imagine Stock would. Er. Anyway.
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds
And given to time your own dear-purchased right
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down
And on just proof surmise accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
Which, of course, is just a really fancy way of saying "I've been an idiot and haven't talked to you lately. Forgive me, please?" And, well, I have been and I haven't, so...
Er. *scuffs feet*
What the poem says.
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds
And given to time your own dear-purchased right
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down
And on just proof surmise accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
Which, of course, is just a really fancy way of saying "I've been an idiot and haven't talked to you lately. Forgive me, please?" And, well, I have been and I haven't, so...
Er. *scuffs feet*
What the poem says.