Reston, VA, USofA
I totally got this one eat this Sven
Essance Of Woman
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,
A woman's gentle heart but not aquainted
With shifting change as is false woman's fashion,
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth,
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and woman's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for woman's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
I WIN! I WIN!
if i don't win it was surely a rightous effort on my behalf.