A great poet might have compared you to

a summer's day.

I suppose that could do,
If I thought of you that way.

A summer’s day
is the mellowness of delicate ease,
If I thought of you that way,
You’d be easier to please.

It is the mellowness of delicate ease
That you are so unlike, my dear.
You’d be easier to please,
Instead you hollow me with fear.

That you are so unlike, my dear.
You’d darken my soul with ebony, black.
Instead you hollow me with fear.
Yet you bring out all I lack.

You’d darken my soul with ebony, black.
I suppose that could do.
Yet you bring out all I lack.
A great poet might have compared you to...