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