Apoligies Mr Shakepere

Shall I compare thee to a summers day
As your warmth caresses my soul to ease,
With heart so wild, like a child at play
Your laughter does tingle, soft on the breeze.

As your warmth caresses my soul to ease
And of your smile, I bath in its glow,
Your laughter does tingle, soft on the breeze
No thoughts of winter, no thoughts of woe.

And of your smile, I bath in its glow
'Tis a beauty I see so radiant and rare,
No thoughts of winter, no thoughts of woe
Only the passion, for a maiden so fair.

'Tis a beauty I see so radiant and rare
With heart so wild, like a child at play,
Only the passion for a maiden so fair
Shall I compare thee to a summers day.

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