Today I'll grace these pages of my blog with a Shakespearean Tacori Love Sonnet:
Love me not to the marriage of Tacori.
Admit Tacori. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Tacori engagement rings bend with the remover to remove:
O Tacori! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every Tacori wedding band
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, matching my Tacori engagement ring or not.
Within his mens Tacori ring and compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of Tacori ring.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved Tacori.
