here's a Shakespearean sonnet i wrote for my English class . :)
Catching crystal constellations by night,
We sleep on sweet swishing grass together.
Stars are not close, for surely that is right,
When apart, is it not for the better?
Your blood is tart wine and has stained my heart.
When your slow pulse's heat ended its beat,
I knew feelings will not stay, but depart.
But our love, or just mine, surely did meet
From the beginning, I knew,