O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting–
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,–
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
Sieze the Day
By William Shakespeare
Photography by Chestknots Studio
Art Direction and Styling by Lifestyle by Feliz
Made to Order gown and detachable skirt by Shirley Chua Co