Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
You are without compare in any place
If I cloned you Shakespeare, would it be too trite?
Agreed, from here on I will not use a trace.
Fresh snow glints and gleams under light of moon
Sparkling, glittering, much like I find your eyes
Your smile makes the strongest man, and me, swoon
You gave me your heart, already, the prize
Ice shimmers on the glassy windows, cold
I lay awake, aching for you near me
My soul lacks but one thing - you to hold
I need you, from your arms I could not flee
Bitter cold of my other life behind,
A better lover, I could never find.