Shakespeare. The ultimate poet. Never ceases to confuse the hell out of you.
Read it a few times. Let it soak in. Even if you don’t understand it, remember it and save it for the day you need to send a poem to your honey. They may or may not understand it either, but at least they’ll think you’re being romantic for once.
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
– William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Until next time,