Sonnet 1

*After "Sonnet 18"*

Should I liken you to a day in fun?

You are more or less the only thing dear:

Stormy clouds do shadow this morning’s sun,

And call on us to wish for daylight here;

At times too quick the wax of loving wanes,

And often is our frolic put to stall;

And waiting for you thrusts me to complain,

By patience or inherent need to call;

But your summer existence is unmet,

Two long shadows cavorting without care;

As days wind up the storm bursts leave and yet

Neither one ready to end the affair:

So long as truth warms up our souls at dawn,

So long will this dance last and linger on.