Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? by William Shakespeare

I do
compare
thee
to a
summer’s day

OK
rough winds
though they may
shake the darling
buds of May

the end of summer
coming
all too quick

heaven shining bright
the gold complexion dimmed

the fair maiden declines
i’ve given her her
chance

O eternal summer!
Do not fade
I will chase
thee around the globe
I desire to possess thee
this I know
is selfishness
but death
does chase me

So long
as I can breathe
I will strive for You