Shall I Compare Thee?

She only read the first page of that book
Of Paris, London
Spared them just one look
Then swiftly opened her anthology

Through sun, through rain
Forever she's between
The stanzas, whispering rhymes so serene

She reads under the moon
From dusk 'til dawn
Those lines in rows
They grow in her
She's gone

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

Sometime too hot
The eye of heaven shines
And every fair from fair sometimes declines

So long as men can breathe
Or eyes can see
So long gives this
And this gives life
To thee

Her favourite sonnet leaves her
In a dream
The kiss of darkling light
Leaves her agleam
Enchanted by the dewdrops on the page
Shall I compare thee
To all lovely days?



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Boey
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