" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

  Thou art more lovely and temperate"

                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind

For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee

Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide

Thou art my sun that never misleads

Thou art the one person I shan't leave

And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul

Beam so strong to enlighten my days

Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?

Playing so softly with the rise of the light

But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water

Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall

Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck

Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day

For if I do compare

The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed

By the beauty thou behold

Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,

   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades