Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
T’would serve to show your kindness and your grace,
Yet using such a tired old cliché
Would make your love seem drab and commonplace.
Atop a balcony, I could cry out
Your name, and hope that you would hear my call.
But that is now quite overused, no doubt,
And would not make our love unique at all.
I could write down in verse how sweet you are,
How loving, gentle, mild and how admired.
The rhyme would outlast sun and moon and star,
But proof so tangible is not required.
Though many seek to copy Shakespeare’s way,
Their common love will quite soon fade away.
Julian... there are no limits to your talent