Shall I compare you to a summer wind?
You lag more coolly and more flatly back:
Sunlight balloons and bursts dry airs much thinned
by cloudless carefree months adrift on slack.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
yet holds us still in stillness sweet as flight;
but you I cannot find within these mines
where working day on night we slip the light.
The summer brings her air and fairly spreads
clear peaceful vigor over land and sea;
we eat alone our daily mushy breads
by candles not seen by you or by me.
So long as we can breathe our friendship lasts:
the cords snuck past our lazy ass,
and now, we will or nay, they keep us fast.
Only one thing’s left–
to drop it all,
go back to start
learn ourselves again.
Stole some lines from this one by shakespeare:
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.