shall i compare thee?

She only read the first page of that book

Of Paris, London

Spared them just one look

Then swiftly opened her anthology

Through sun, through rain

Forever she's between

The stanzas, whispering rhymes so serene

She reads under the moon

From dusk 'til dawn

Those lines in rows

They grow in her

She's gone

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

Sometime too hot

The eye of heaven shines

And every fair from fair sometimes declines

So long as men can breathe

Or eyes can see

So long gives this

And this gives life

To thee

Her favourite sonnet leaves her

In a dream

The kiss of darkling light

Leaves her agleam

Enchanted by the dewdrops on the page

Shall I compare thee

To all lovely days?