Shall I liken you to a day in summer?
You are more lovely and at peace,
Harsh weather dwells in the month of May,
and summer is soon departed.
Often, the heaven's eye shines bright,
and at times, it's rather clouded,
sometimes the climate's not so fair,
and Nature falls short of perfect.
But the eternity of your summer doesn't die,
and the beauty of your years remains alive,
Death has no  dominion over you,
you always will remain upon my heart.
So long as men can see and hear;
you'll be forever with me dear.