From fairest creatures we desire increase,/That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
-William Shakespeare
I have a question: What about all of the other creatures out there? They don't call you the fairest for nothing. So what about the rest, those who watch said rose wilt away into nothing, with no one to watch or care? Is there nothing that can be done about it? I don't like it and it's not fair.
On the other hand, this is a beautiful and perfectly human way of thinking. An immortal beauty and wonder is always appreciated, if not strived for. And maybe it's just the thought of love itself that makes the writer feel so passionately. Maybe it's that he sees her as the most lovely creature ever to set eyes upon, and this is all his personal opinion of her splendor. If that's the case, I like it much more.
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