My Muse
by LateNiteFantasy©
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Nah!
No offense my love,
But to compare your cheesy smile,
To the delicate morning rosebud petal,
Beside a shimmering lake would be a bit much.
Besides, roses give you hay fever.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Hardly!
I think you'd agree my sweet,
That to compare your long legged amble,
To the nimble strolling of a noble dear,
In a field of Mayflowers would be laughable.
But it doesn't stop me smiling when you walk towards me.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Why?
It is probable my dear,
That I could pen one thousand verses in a day,
Comparing your crinkling blue eyes,
To that of the rising tide at dawn.
But honestly,
I think I'd rather spend that day with you.
Besides, you'd probably think they were stupid.
Knowing full well that I love you.
