Shakespeare in Summer
A modern refrain to Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
It was Shakespeare who, the question once asked
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Though you see old Billy was never tasked
to coin a word for beauty, lips cannot say.
The wonder captured in a lark's summer song,
the wind of a serpent through gardens green.
The journey of the sun both high and long,
the peace I've known in the forests I've been.
But they cannot compare, you eclipse them.
Your soul greater than the sum of it's parts.
A delicate flower, pistil to stem
Wanting your roots to lie down in my heart.
Shakespeare had it easy; That I dare say.
My love the whole season, not just one day.
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