The Good-Morrow

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Wake Up Wake Up

This is for you Cornelia.
I ran to the bus because I was late as usual.  I overslept :( The bus driver was rude. Then I had Math, Lame. Swedish, Lame. Even though I love the teacher. History, Lame. Then BRUNCH. Which was awesome. Pannkaka, and smoothiessss aw yeah! Then English, Lame. She talks to much. The Good-Morrow is a good poem.  Then Itialian, Lame. Then met my good friend Taylor at the busstop. Had an extremely awkward conversation, got on the bus, and the driver was a douchebag. Then came home, tried to teach Taylor guitar, she is really good btw, then made some pie crust and cleaned. Ate a few oranges, and now I'll bake a cake!
Partttty with my bro yo.

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