Note: "W. H." was the mysterious person that Shakespeare addressed most of his poems to.
"N.T."- is a special person in my life.
I write to you, whose charm remained unmatched,
Preserved in endless rhymes of poetís pen,
To tell you that from all your graces hatched
A soul, which bids perfection an amend.
My tongue fall short to capture her in word,
My hands -- to trace her likeness for your sight.
Compare her to another? -- itís absurd,
For thereís not another of her might.
Imagine heavenís most divine creation,
Made even more divine by a holy force,
That even Gods would stand up in ovation
To praise and thank this lovely angelís source.
Thereís only one true beauty that I see,
Allow me to address her as ďN.T.Ē
†I fell in love and kept on falling
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 12-26-1999).]