The Season

Shall I compare you to a summer day?

Where flowers bloom in a colorful array.

But our eyes never met when the moon set

Ok, shall I compare you to a spring day?

But the rain ruin everything...so then a winter day?

When you can find the warmth easily in my arms?

But then I’ll feel weak in another way when I’m near you

How about fall? No, because I don’t want you to fall for anyone else

So if you accept this your wouldn’t have to worry

because you’re mine, 24/7, 365 days in a year, every season

                  So shall I compare you to a summer day?

by Henry Pierre-Louis From South Philadelphia High School