love by shakespeare

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 dimmed
and every fair from fair sometimes declines,
by chance, or natures changing course untrimmed:
but thy eternal summer shall not fade
norelose possession of that fair though ow'st,
nor shall death brag though wander'st in his shade
when in eternal lines to time though grow'st
so long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.