Should I compare thee to a summer’s day,
I feel one in spring would take great offense.
I dream of you as I see flowers sway,
for you bring the color to my heart dense
For one in autumn, I think of the leaves;
your hair like those red and eyes like those gold
and your golden face, O my heart it thieves
as my eyes meet yours in foliage cold
As one in winter comes, I think of snow
like your skin so white and pure but so warm
since I reach for you like fire in glow
as our lips embrace in the reaping storm
Do not discount summer; our love is vernal
With this in four, our love be eternal
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I wrote this sonnet during the summer after reading Shakespeare's 18th sonnet (Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. . . )