If I should compare you to any of god's creatures,
It would be an oyster and all of her features.
If I should compare you to any of man's fixtures,
It would be a book and all of its inktures.
Inside the oyster there is a treasure
Which is of value without a measure:
That beautiful pearl shimmering pleasure,
Giving off visions of golden azure.
She lives isolated in her own dell
Inside a casing, a silvery shell,
As though she came from some strange hell,
She hides her beauty all too well.
Yet, her shell is like the cover of a book,
Which cannot be judged by just one look.
Except that with you there's just one hook:
You shy away from that second look.
I would just like for you to discover,
And thereby simply yourself recover,
That all I'd like is for you to uncover,
And share with me, from cover to cover.