Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare

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 summer's 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 thy 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 to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I
In words I caught a glimpse
of something deeper, something true
eyes bright, smile too sweet,
in visage I gleaned verisimilitude.

I said hello, you replied, words flew
poetics ensued, you dared we meet
strike the match. I was nervous
by all accounts you’re quite the catch.

Having lit the tender, we set no hearts afire.

Yet words I thought come
too soon removed me from the heat
my nervousness eased
and when you mentioned wine,
soft, discreet, I cooed, began to plot
my pursuit of you, too woo, to dine,

feed the ash to smolder bright,
a desirous heat like hot concrete
lasting throught the night.

To my lover I will hold no reserve
just adore me whilst you can
and part my dearest friend
but never say never nor
let me out of your life,
I beg never go ever or when.