Sonnet 18

Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to an autumn’s day? You are more vibrant than the crisp leaves falling from heaven and more beautiful than the autumn mist. Gentle breezes do push the tiny conkers off the tree. And the autumn days float away too quickly. Sometime too bright the eye of heaven shines. And often it starts to blind me. And every bright firework will always fade away. So the dragons’ tongues tickling the logs o’ my fire will cool down. But your sweetness will never turn sour. And the leaves that fall off our tree will always return. But our love will stay alive forever. And nothing can ever tear us apart. So long as a nose can smell the sweet perfume of life. I will love you forever and more! My poem compared to William Shakespeare Anna