Shall I compare thee to an April's day <br />when Spring has burst its bonds with thund'rous storms <br />begun with winds of March, bright blooms in May, <br />that challenge not thy chaste, thy changing forms? <br /> <br />For oft I watch thee glow with fiery eyes <br />that pierce my heart with bonded rings of steel, <br />hot flashes thrust through Jove's immortal skies <br />engulfing in death's throes what love I feel. <br /> <br />As oft thy gaze be soft as petals are <br />from garlands, garden wreaths, bouquets that show <br />thy gentle side, so close, yet seems so far <br />that I know not to stay or choose to go. <br /> <br />As certain as each year shall Spring return, <br />so shall for you my soul in season burn.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-spring-sonnet-73/
