Anne Hathaway

Dear Diary, 
I have met someone, can you believe it?!!
I love her so much, with all my heart. Her name's Anne, Anne Hathaway. She's amazing, so amazing that I made her a poem, its called A lovers complaint, here it is:


Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.


I hope she likes it, were getting married on November 27th. I'm happy, very happy. There's just one thing though, she's pregnant. Yes, pregnant, and were not even married! It will be a shame to our families, to everyone. I mean, its shameful, we are not even married but were already expecting our own child! And there's another thing, she's 26 and I'm only 18! Well, the truth is, I don't really care. I love her so much, I mean, this is true love. Why should I let what people think of me get away with actual true love?
By Amrit Tanday :)