Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 Reimagined: A Timeless Ode to Love and Immortal Beauty

Shall I compare thee to a springtime bloom?

Thou art more lovely and of subtler grace.

Rough winds may shake the buds that April womb,

And summer’s haste steals springtime’s tender face.

A sudden frost may mar the fairest rose,

And time’s swift march ensures each petal’s fall;

Yet in thy bloom, a constant warmth bestows,

Defying seasons, thou outshines them all.

When envious Time seeks thy sweet youth to claim,

These verses shall preserve thy sacred name;

Through fleeting years and ages yet unseen,

Thy beauty thrives, immortal, ever green.

So long as words are read, and hearts take breath,

This poem lives, and saves thee from mere death.