Sonnet 130 read by Alan Rickman

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SONNET 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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[TheGothims]

I think I just had a Rickman orgasm...

[KukaHollywood]

@TheGothims So did I! :D

[HarlequinTheatreGirl]

"Me like" :PPP

[KukaHollywood]

@HarlequinTheatreGirl wow!!! xD 4 minutes after posting!!! hahaha thanks dear! ^^ Are you online btw? :D

<3

[KukaHollywood]

@HarlequinTheatreGirl wow!!! xD 4 minutes after posting!!! hahaha thanks dear! ^^ Are you online btw? :D

<3

[kerrybear76]

Holy crap...I'm in love.