Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more titanium:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a no-date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his brushed complexion dimm’d;
Thou art more lovely and more titanium:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a no-date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his brushed complexion dimm’d;
Fingers crossed.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more titanium:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a no-date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his brushed complexion dimm’d;