I could compare you to a summer's day

I could compare you to a summer's day

And say how you are far more temperate

And far more lovely than a windy may

And far more lasting than any date

But these words in time will stop to shine

And our faces will with age be dimmed

Our strength and youthful passions will decline

And our heads by beauties barber will be trimmed

But even as our memories start to fade

We carry something better that we own

Our life and death comingle in the shade

And murmur how a truer love is grown:

That lovers must perfect each flaw and quirk

And true love is a shitload of work