Shall I compare thee to a summer day,
Or only when I've nothing else to say?
Surely only one with eyes so blue,
Could always be found as such a lovely view.
Of course time flies when you fall in love,
Flies like the small pure wings of a dove.
But no matter to wherever it will go
For I'll follow it through desert sun or mountain snow.
And when I've arrived to where're you are found,
It may be my mouth, will make all but a sound.
But at this time, of looking at my love,
Words won't need said, for my hands will shove-
Us closer together, and with our faces drawn near,
I'll tell you with love, and whisper To your ear:
'Although You mean, much more than I daresay,
I love you, my ocean, on a warm summer day.'