Georgia Courtney Cox - Year 12
I’m not going to sugar coat this
Or woo you with false compliments in hope of a kiss
Your eyes my mistress, haven’t the slightest similarity to the sun
Corals are a long way from your lips, ask anyone
The snow makes your breasts appear a brownish gray
Unfortunately I can’t compare thee to a summer’s day
I could say your hair resembles gold
But the image of black wires seems more fitting
Would you rather I continued or withhold?
The colour in your cheeks is only an illusion
however I have come to this conclusion
Some perfumes bring me delight
Yet the mere odour of your breath
I find it hard to articulate the scent let alone for me to write
I usually like to hear you talk
Although music has a more pleasing sound
Still I’ve never seen a Goddess walk
However you my mistress, walk on the ground
There is no doubt that what I feel for you is true
Yet despite all of this I know that this love is rare
Still you know that anyone else’s love could never compare