this is a very poetic entry
"Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side shouldst rubies find: I by the tide of Humber would complain. I would love you ten years before the flood: and you should if you please refuse till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow vaster then empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: but thirty thousand to the rest. An age at least to every part, and the last age should show your heart. For Lady you deserve this state, nor would I love you at lower rate. But at my back i always hear times winged chariot hurrying near: and yonder all before us lie deserts of vast eternity, Thy beauty shall no more be found: nor in thy marble vault, shall sound my echoing song: then worms shall try that long preserved virginity: and your quaint honor turn to dust; and into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Now therefore while the youthful hue sits on thy skin like morning's dew and while thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires. Now let us sport us while we may; and now like amorous birds of prey rather at once our time devour than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strenght and all our sweetness up into one ball and tear out pleasures with rough strife thorough the iron gates of life. Thus though we cannot make our sun, stand still yet we will make him run." ~Andrew Marvell my english groups response to his proposal...... "Sir I do not like your prose. You're such a fake, I'm not a ho. You said that you loved me from the start, first my body then my heart. Your adoration is pure crap. It has created quite a gap between our bodies that will stay even after the come of judgement day. Your reference to your little worm really makes my stomach churn. You call yourself an amorous bird of prey, youre more of a pigeon, an ugly grey. Sir take yourself out of the gutter, then should your holy thoughts not flutter. I will not love you, even as dust. Screw you and your crazy lust."
i like it.