Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Torrential winds that frost over my heart,
Are but a fragment of the biting pain you bring;
Glimmering dreams dust somber skies,
More brilliant than ever, yet greatly out of reach;
Life slumbers upon your coming, and yet I,
I feed well and embrace the chill, hopeful,
Though knowing the dangers all too well;
Despite the might of your apathetic tempest,
Love shall tread into the blizzard moon after moon,
Firm and enduring, warm and strong,
Yet too fragile to weather the thoughtless spite;
Seasons shall change and life shall adjust,
And I find myself either unable or unwilling.