Shall I compare thee to a bright new spring day?
No, thy beauty shines brighter than the glistening dew.
Shall I compare thee to a coral reef?
No, thy eyes have more brilliance than a coral reef's colors.
Shall I compare thee to a tall willow tree?
No, though graceful and fair, the willow bows down.
Thy art a strong and passionate person.
The willow does thee no fair comparison.
Shall I compare thee to a new opened bud?
No, thy beauty shall last through the night as sure as day.

But who do I write of, thy never will know.
Could there possibly be someone just waiting to grow?