Shall I compare thee to a summer is day.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds to shake the darlings buds of may
And summer lease hath all to sort a date
Some time to hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor loose possessions of that fair thou ow'st
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in external lines to time thou grow'st
So long as men cam breath or eyes can see
So long lives this and this guves life to thee..
thank you!!!
Nice poetry!