Beauty that is True, ComparedMe, myself,I call as a lonely Love BirdNot seeking anyone's loveBut yours.I look to youAnd all my instincts,They return.In your eyesRadiances of a thousand churches.I haven't been searching,I only stumbled upon you by mistakeLooking for nothing but knowledgeI admit when I first met you, I hesitated.But as months grew, I couldn't stop thinking of you.You may not see yourself as beautifulBut I reach out from the inside.This is no hoax,Before when I felt this, I ne'er had butterfliesEach time I thought of them
But now I see they were merely love-pokes,My feelings would come and go.But this does not,I swear I thought"This will pass,"My heart rejected that fact,Then turned into opinion.My tummy tickles,My body sways,My feel my face blushAnd turn warmWhen near you.I try to hide it well,But then later I have to do somethingAnd it is this."
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareAs any she belied with false compare." William Shakespeare (S
Olympian Obstacles .oo1Cold sweat, hard wind, frosty ice...-Pounding chests never felt so exhilarating, picks dug into frozen water never felt so fast, being happy never felt so...so indescribable.Every year, it was like this. Your own best friends deciding to take the time out of their rigorous schedule just to spend a day with you. Even though they were exposed numerous times on television, you knew all too well it was for the publicity....John Robert Celski's winning smile......Apolo Anton Ohno's endless optimism...There was only one person who knew why he smiled, why he was never down, why they beat themselves up everyday to train.-"Twelve seconds, _____!" JR cheered. He smacked your hand as you zoomed past him on the ice rink. A quizzical eyebrow was raised to Apolo, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.He tossed the stopwatch to you. Celski craned his neck over your shoulder to see nothing surprising. The same digits were found on his watch. Finally, you asked, "So wh