Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, When skies are bright and winds are soft and clear? But no, thou art more fair in every way, More constant than the fleeting days of year. The summer sun, though warm, can burn too bright, And fleeting clouds may dim its golden glow. But thee, my love, art steadfast in thy light, A beacon that will never cease to show. Thy face doth shine like morning’s gentle dawn, A glow that sweeps away the darkest night. Like flowers in the field, thy beauty’s drawn, A bloom that stays, untainted by the light. When summer fades and leaves begin to fall, When days grow short and nights grow long and cold, Thy radiance shall linger, standing tall, A fire that burns, eternal, never old. For thou art more than nature’s fleeting bloom, More gentle than the winds that softly blow. Thy love, like stars, shall never meet their doom, A light that shines through time’s unending flow. The summer’s warmth may tu...