Shall I compare thee...

...to a summer's rose?
Thou art more exquisite and more restrain: 
Rough winds do shake the long and lank flowers, 
And summer’s rose hath all too short a life: 
Sometimes too stunning to touch, 
And often its complexion and tone are bleach; 
And fair from fair its grace has clouded, 
By chance or nature's changing course untainted; 
But thy eternal appeal shall not droop
Nor lose thy possession on thy allure thou owest; 
Nor death shall crow thou drift in his awning, 
When in eternal stanzas thou growest: 
So long as people can breath or eyes can see, 
So long this and this gives life to thee.

~ Jeffrey Liminsang