Shall I Compare Thee To A Dark Winter Night? Poem by Jeffrey Liminsang

Shall I compare thee to a dark winter night?
Thou art more complex and more constant:
Rough winds do shake the circular and beaming moon,
And winter’s lease hath all too long a date:
Sometimes the cold is bearable to the frame,
And often is her white complexion dimmed;
And those that lost their complexion will regain it,
By chance or nature’s changing course clutters;
But thy eternal winter shall not fade
Nor lose possession of thy winter allure;
Nor shall death gloat about thou,
When in eternal metres thou will grow:
So long as we can breath or eyes can see,
So long this and this gives life to thee.