Shall I Compare Thee To a Summer's Eve?
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Eve?
You never get that "not so fresh" feeling,
at least, that is what I am to believe.
Even if you do, I still find you appealing.
I Always find you, soft and so Carefree,
your words are honey, your skin like milk,
I hope that you can forever Stayfree,
your eyes like fire, your hair like silk.
Should you become a woman of Poise and
dignity, fear not. On me, you can Depend.
Do not drive yourself to taste the poisoned
cup of Socrates. Your love, I will defend.
Did Shakespear know a woman's beauty oft lies
not in what she is, but in what she buys.
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