Sonnet 5 Poem by Justin Reamer

Shall I compare thee to a warm summer's day?
Thou art more beautiful and more temperate.
Thou art the sun that shineth in my life,
And for thee, I am grateful.
Thou art the love that springs from a rose,
And that fine red passion that will spread,
And with that tickle in thy nose,
You spread not a sneeze, but love instead.
Thou art like the sun,
That shineth day by day,
Thou knoweth how to have fun,
Since you are quite gay.
And yet, I will always love thee,
For thou art the one I love to see.