Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
IT MUST HAVE BEEN A RAINY DAY WHEN U WERE BORN,
BUT IT WASN"T REALLY RAIN,
THE SKY WAS CRYING BCOZ IT LOST ITS NICE,
GENTLE AND GENIROUS ANGLE.....GOD BLESS U