"Portrait of Words"

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Your beauty cannot compare to many women of my beloved Britannia; So no, that is not grand enough for my princess of the fay, For you are more beautiful than the greats: fair Juliet, Hermia and Queen Titania. You have a strong spirit too, my sweet enchantress, But you are without the arrogance of Lady Macbeth, And you are one to rival the mischievous Puck or Benedict’s proud Beatrice; While having the gentleness of Hero which takes away my breath. I cannot compare myself to the heroic Marc Antony or Romeo; You are more intelligent and perfect than Cleopatra, And you deserve someone far nobler and greater than I, I know, One who can give you more than this portrait of words that I draw. However, my poor heart shall always beat and belong to thee, As I write these words so that, for your love, I might finally be worthy.