What shall I compare thee to apple of my eye?
A bird does not do thee justice or truth.
You are more beautiful than a blue sky.
A women whose love I wish to sleuth.

A girl of soft voice and wide pleasant eyes
Who if looked but once on me I would faint
But a smile from you would bring me to rise
Who could ever look at you and speak plaint?

To look at you is better than flying,
When I see you my heart soars to new heights.
Anyone who says otherwise is lying.
You are more  to me then a pretty sight.

I know that you are short of  words and shy.
But I love you more than I can say why.