romantic

love and shakespe are

shall i compare thee to a summers day?



for thou are more lovely than the flowering buds of may



and your eternal summer shall not fade



for beauty cradles thee in her gentle shade



and i would love to take you by the hand



and make this earth your humble stand



for in the darkness of my doubt



you lifted the lamp of love



and i saw in your cherry face



the only road that i should take.