Could I not compare you to a spring’s day?
Rough winds shaking the dear blossoms away
Sometimes too hot illuminating rays shine
With their complexion of shimmering gold dimmed,
Winds of clarity eventually pursue
Nature’s changing course is truly elaborate
Everlasting spring shall not fade,
Nor shall emerald trees unshade
Thou poor bird, ventures deep within thy pools of magic
As heating flickers of sun shower roofs of lush green trees,
With shadowing shields of veiling leaves
Sunlight leaking through spaces above,
Youth will stay, for age will not come
Life is sweet but not as nice as love,
And in delay there lies not plenty,
So bring all your love, as much as twenty
If I compare thee to a spring’s day,
Not anything would be better