Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? <br />Please do and let me have my say. <br /> <br />Thou art more lovely and more temperate. <br />First time I hear this and tend to believe it <br /> <br />Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, <br />Your words do shake my heart a lot today. <br /> <br />And summer's lease hath all too short a date. <br />I wish I could say something as great. <br /> <br />Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, <br />How nice the words, how lovely the signs! <br /> <br />And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; <br />I wish these nice words were untrimmed. <br /> <br />And every fair from fair sometime declines, <br />And when we die our memories will be shrines. <br /> <br />By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; <br />How bright the day how beautiful and undimmed! <br /> <br />But thy eternal summer shall not fade. <br />For in your poetry I will be remade? <br /> <br />Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st. <br />I'm happy to play your temperate host. <br /> <br />Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, <br />But we will die and our bodies fade. <br /> <br />When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. <br />I will die and be covered with too much dust. <br /> <br />So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, <br />So long my poet, because I shall not be <br /> <br />So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. <br />So long again, for thou will soon forget me.<br /><br />Omar Osman Jabak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-would-shakespeare-s-beloved-say/
