SONNET
Shall I compare thee to a cupcake?
Thou made from the raw ingredients
Different taste in one
Flavors may vary, that made us unique
Others like it, some do not
But the Lord made each one special,
As long that men admires you,
You are not different from everyone.
Not by cover, not by its ornaments
Savor the filling, envelop inside
Created by good deeds with passion and merriment
Each personality is our instrument and identity
Don鈥檛 judge the book by its cover
For thy men, seek the cupcake not only the flavor itself.
