Shall I compare thee to a summers day? 
Errr no. 
Iʼm not so cheesy as to talk about the bloody, blooming, buds of may 
Or how our summers have gone away. 
Iʼm not going to say how perfect you are 
Or how nature pales in comparison. 
Iʼm not going to reflect on our travels 
Or compare our time together to heaven. 
You donʼt need to hear these things from me. 
We donʼt need words. 
Iʼm not going to compare thee to things I see, 
Nature is nature and we are we. 
I love you. Thatʼs it, 
Just you. And me.