shall i compare thee to a midsummer night's dream?
no, i shall not.
for your beauty is something incomprehensible.
instead, i shall compare thee to the golden rays of the sun.
your face has been bathed in the light of the sun,
warmth just exudes from your pores, and your eyes,
oh god your eyes,
your eyes are two pools of honey.
you, my dear, are sunshine.
