Literary Society of SBBU

●Common people: "I miss you."
●Shakespearean style:
Dearest, thy absence doth weigh upon my heart like a tempest-tossed sea, bereft of its guiding star. Each moment sans thy presence doth stretch eternity, and my soul yearns for the sweet solace of thy company. Thou art the sun to my desolate sky, whose light doth bring warmth and life to this forlorn spirit. Oh, how I pine for thee, my dearest, as a flower doth yearn for the gentle caress of spring's embrace.