Puisi untukmu....

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 acquainted

With shifting change, as is false women'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,

Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created;

And by addition me of thee defeated,

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,

Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Kalaulah gua ni ade otak sastera jiwa seni, mesti best jadi terer tulis puisi.. I hear girls love it when men gives them poem. betul ke?