Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
For you are stormy when mad and dreary.

Or shall I compare thee to a bird of jay.

You are as blue as the bird and as eerie.
Maybe thee shall be compare to a December’s
Night. For you are cold and lifeless compared to

The snow you walk upon. Your soul is like ember

For which is bright like no other. You are who,
Shall I compare thee to my long life history?
You have been in my life forever and for always.

It may be to you such a long mystery.

Though everyday among the school hallways,
I think of many things but always of you and me.
I sigh because I know that it can never be.