Should I compare you to a summer's day?
Mind you, that would be the greatest mistake
For you don't compare to the buds of May
Never will my words steep to such a state
Sometimes the eyes of heaven shines just right
For your complexion does need some burning
And once from your fair you become declined
The flowers of my heart become untrimmed
See, my eternal summer will not fade
I won't lose possession of my dear heart
Death won't brag, but linger under his shade
And wonder how I broke his scythe apart
Little does Death know I'm the greatest doom
For since birth I've been cursed by a full moon
