My True Love is a SonnetA Story and a Song Taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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