Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 

And often is his gold complexion dimmed; 

And every fair from fair sometime 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 wander'st 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.

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

One of my favorite poems, well sonnet ever written.