Shall I compare you to the spring of May?
You warmth a light that too has Winter won
Although your glow sustains a longer day
And has one wonder when the sun begun.
You do out-blush the shyest red of rose
And snowdrops only dream to hue your skin.
Yes birds do sing and differ yours than those
But springtime mirth do match as tho' are kin.
The dills rebirth, yet you appear unchanged
As tho' your beauty powers floral will
And by your petal'd eyes have rearranged
The gorgeous buds to stare your beauty still.

You hold the month of May and splendor of
That tho' from out yourself, is spring thereof.

Unhappy smiles, you wear that I'm deceived
Remember tho' your hearted grins before
When summer days did match that I received.
Forget? Think not, your early teeth that wore
Unveiling full from once your lively lips.
Your muscles tensed of late, with speech as less
And when recite, you read from ready tips
You wrote when love had none to give you stress.
So I shall leave you to this sadly tune
But when your pain can sing, let ring my ear
And know; that song of grief, i'm not immune
Let yours atone with mine, that cupids hear.

Tho' tried, your veil can't hide that love, depressed
When out unburdens those, I'll gift you rest.