Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?

Hoje estou me recordando dos meus poemas favoritos, um deles é o soneto 18 do bardo, Willian Shakespeare. Como já disse, não sou exatamente um fã de poesia, ou mesmo romântico, mas tenho lá os meus momentos. bem, aproveitem o soneto:

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?

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 dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Para Karine, feliz dia das mães.