Shall I compare thee to a Summer's night, <br />thy passion hottest, blossoms in full bloom? <br />Like August heat, no sun compares thy light, <br />too soon long nights return to certain doom. <br /> <br />Thine ebon flesh hath seen too much the sun <br />that pales before the beauty of thy skin - <br />thy shield, thy velvet sheen, that glows as one <br />possessed in thought of thee in mortal sin. <br /> <br />Sparked by thy gentle touch, thy golden palm, <br />which held my willing one, a moment, long, <br />awaiting past the storm, two sweating, calm, <br />life's sweet refrain from us, two lovers' song. <br /> <br />Though this lives on in verse and vacant dreams, <br />the fantasies suffice, for life, it seems.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-summer-night-sonnet-94/
