Shall I compare thee to a Summer's eve?
Thou art more golden and still more bright:
The moon's reflective glow I barely heed.
Yet you my gaze command with radiant light.
The loveliness of night I can't deny,
And oft' does daylight scorch my brittle soul;
Your gentle shimmer ne'er could hurt my eyes,
You warm me through, and leave me feeling whole.
As flowers do, I turn my face to yours
A budding blossom reaching for the sun;
Though frightened by not knowing what's in store,
My time of hiding in the dark is done.
So long as we exist, and I know thee,
You'll light my earth and sky, and thus give light to me.