A Summer's Day
Shakespeare compared one to a summer’s day,
How truthful was he to someone’s beauty,
Did he capture love’s true self?
Or only the looking glass,
True beauty such as yours,
Cannot be simply compared to a single day,
There is far too much to see,
From your raven hair,
Blowing in the wind,
Like the excitement of midnight on Halloween,
Which ends up being a stark contrast,
To the warm summer breeze that floats in your brown eyes,
Excitement that shines through you,
As you dance around,
Floating freely like first dancing snowflakes of winter,
Your heart beats pure,
Uncomplicated and simple,
Such as the budding of spring flowers,
Days come and go,
Many seems to flow together,
Never such as you my love,
Simply one cannot compare thee to a summer’s day,
For all the seasons flow beautifully in you,
One no greater than the other,
Each day my hearts beats for you,
Truly thy beauty holds me captive,
But tis your soul that binds me to you,
Time being endless,
Splendour such as yours,
Is truly a gift from heaven to see.
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