❀ golden son, michelangelo's david, the living story of eros and apollo ❀

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate...
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade

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