Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day... Poem by Franz Velasco

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day…

Oh dear, are you even comparable?
With hair finer than the rays of the sun,
No poet, with the gift of tongue is able;
To capture such beauty, it can't be done.
With your kind eyes and smile, you shine brighter;
No desirable season could compare.
Nothing exists in nature is better.
For me nothing else matters, only for you I care.
Though like a summer's day, you cannot stay,
(Can you come back please, please by my side stay!)
When all seasons end, I will wait for that day.
(I'll wait for summer, the moment we'll be together, I'll wait for that day!)