Shall I compare thee to a thorn?
A wicked thorn thrust in my side
A love, unrealized, do I mourn
No desire to fight the rising tide
Shall I compare thee to broken bones?
Shattered by misfortunes of love
A Broken heart that cries and moans
Pleading for understanding from above
Shall I compare the to an ocean storm?
It beats and crashes against my soul
Love's head reared in its ugliest form
My broken heart its unending goal
Or shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Whose joy and warmth, too soon, drift away?
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