Shall I compare you to a precious Metal
Whose dazzling glow captures every Heart?
Shall I compare you to the budded bough of May
That fills the earth with sweet blossoms of Roses,
Or the golden bough of Spring, that marks a fresh beginning?
Shall I compare you to the soft touch of the sunray?
That warms our hearts and gives life to tiny seeds?
To what can I compare you? Neither…. Or ……..
Because of all things created,
Nothing can be compared to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem