Words Unworthy

Shall I compare thee to a summers day..
stealing shakspeares lines away..
Nay would good, could it ever bring..
to steal the lines fit for a king..
For those sad lines could never be...
close to what I see in thee..

For summer comes, and summer goes..
The rain must fall, The wind must blow..
But you remain the same you see..
never changing, perfect in every way..

Shakspeares lines may ring out true..
Never could they compare to you..
A nobel task would it ever be..
To write a line that's fit for thee..





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