Sonnet

April 1, 2010
Shall I compare thee to a clear night sky?
Whose shining stars can’t compare to your gleaming eyes.
For you are sweeter than the sweetest butterfly.
When I see you I dread the time that we must say our goodbyes.

Your beauty is like the burning hot embers of the roaring fire.
Your voice is as soft as the call of the new born bird.
My love for you burns with great desire.
Your beauty is so great it is indescribable with words.

For every woman their beauty will decline.
Their hair will change and their faces will age.
But your internal beauty will never change and you shall be all mine.
I could right a book about your beauty page by page.

My love for you will never alter or change.
For you are the fairest fair in all the land.





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