Why compare thee to a summer's day?
No good could ever come of it;
Yours is a beauty that drives men to slay,
And Aphrodite to throw a jealous fit.
I didn't know beauty til my gaze found you,
Nor awe til our eyes did meet,
Lady's with such beautiful faces are few,
And none are those with hearts so sweet.
My love is true, my love is pure,
Yet a love like mine shouldn't be,
I've fallen for your tender allure,
But you'd find a girl's love a monstrosity.
Such are the troubles that keep me awake,
But I shall grin and bear them for your sake.