Shall I compare my lady to a summer's day?
Nay! For thy beauty outshines any season and I'm but a humble admirer,
Besotted with thee pardon me but thine eyes hold a glimmer that doth bewitch me and I find myself entrances by thine eyes.

My lady, thy charm is like a sonnet from a bygone era,
And I yearn to be the one to pen verses of the affection for thee
In the midst of this modern world,
Thy elegance is like a piece of Victorian art and I wish to be the one who admires and preserves thee