In English Class we had to rewrite Shakespeares 18th Sonnet. This was mine:
Shall I compare my heart to death itself? Thy lips no softer than the cold hard bone Eyes as dark and shameless as death itself. Both hearts and souls as cold as winter's stone. Just as death lies lurking in the shadows My heart still here, now lays yearning for thee. Thou could even be buried six below Still to see thy face I could cross the sea. Thy are like death, death is to be my fate Upon thy handsome face I steal a look. See into thy eayes a heartbeat comes late My heatbeat altered for my breath you took. Now thy eternal glory shall be tamed Everytime this is read you shall be famed.