Can I compare thee to a flame of fire when time has stolen the words from my lips. Cliche upon cliche grows to inspire, the death of a rose at the thought of your kiss. The crash of a wave as you enter a room, Time stops as I await your gaze. Drench me in your water, succumbed to Neptune What purity remains, I allow to raze. Choked by the smoke, leaves me breathless, I gasp for air, desiring nothing but relief. Thoughts intoxicating my mind - shan't confess, for the love of an innocence crying for peace. Try as I might, Eros' three sharp knocks. It is the key to the furnace that you hold to unlock.