Shall I compare thee, too a summers day,
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
Rough winds do shake, the darling buds of May
And summers lease, hath all too shorta date.
Sometime to heart, the eye of heaven shines
And often it, his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair, from fair sometime declines,
By chance or natures, changing course untrimmed.
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou hoist,
Nor shall death break, thou wonderoust in his shade,
When in eternal light two time thou grows,
So long as men can breath or eyes can sleep,
So long lives this....
And this gives light....
Too Thee....
