Shall I compare thee
Thou art more temperate:
shake the darling buds of May,
summer's lease too short a date:
the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
sometime declines,
By chance,
summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession
in his shade,
eternal lines thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
"Variation on a Theme by Ronald Johnson" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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