Shakespeare Love Sonnet 18

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.

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance of nature's changing course untrimmed.

By thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I just love this Love Sonnet is just real and touchy.