Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No I shall not
For thou's heart shines brighter then thy summer's sun
Shall I sing thy's heart out beneath thee's window?
To have thee hear thou's words of
Love and Devotion
Oh to have kissed a thousand princes-
Would not compare to taste thy lover's lips
And if thoust could hold a 100 cloths
of thy finest satins-
Still could not compare to thy skin of thou's love
And thou's dreams are of thy lover's face only
For no winters crisp has any front of thou's beautiful smile
I knew once forth I had found thee's heart