# 18

shall i compare thee to a summer's day?
thou art more lovely and more temperate
rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
and summers lease hath all too short a date
sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
and often is his gold complexion dimmed
and every fair from fair sometime declines
by chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed
but they eternal summer shall not fade
nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st
nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
when in eternal lines in time thou grow'st
so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
so long lives this, and this gives life to thee

shall I give in to this disarray?
thou art so complex, so intricate
rough winds cause the palms to sway
and summers spent into the evenings so late
sometime too much your eyes twinkle
and often do I fall for them
and every time I scrape my knees on the decline
by chance, I caught you in a hum
while on the beach, the warm sand ran through our toes
but they cannot make our love fade
so long as we are close