To what shalt I compare Thee?

Shall I compare Thee to the shinning star of my darkest night?

Shall I compare Thee to the

Glomming and glowing gold and yellow of the rising sun?

Your eyes as the most clear crystal

Your spirit so calm and pure as to a dove

To what shalt I compare Thee?

The victory behind my struggle?

The lemonade out of my lemons?

Oh how there’s nothing to compare You to

For You are not of this world

An Angel sent to me but without wings

That is what I shall compare Thee to.