Shall I compare thee to the spring flowers?
Thou art more brightful and more and more delightful
Rough days do change the way I feel poer
And I hath all too short a day brightful
Sometime too crazy the way of living
And often in his way of saying my name
And everyday I’m sometimes shivering
By chance or my changing course of pure shame
But the eternal light shall brighten me
Nor lose sight of that beautiful rhyming
Nor shall I brag thou about you and me
When in eternal death I have timing
So long as I can breathe or you can see
So long as this and this gives life to we♥
