Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Nay, for even that day is dim in comparison,

To the eve then?

When the moon and stars glimmer in the sky,


That comparison may be apt,

But only for the Shooting stars,

That show the feeling of how my heart does fly,

When you are quite nearby,


Mayhaps the sun too,

Would compare to the glimmer of light in your eyes,

When you have an idea,

Or think of a sudden surprise,


The lingering smile,

Upon your face,

Nothing could compare to a shadow of that,

Not even the beuty withheld in space,


The same for your great hearty laugh,

That springs from your lips,

Though ignited with flame,

And through the air does bounds and flips,


Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

If I did you would win for sure.

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