Shall I compare she to a Chicago winter?
For she is as unpredictable as a winter storm
Yet as beautiful as every snowflake that fall.
When she's angry she can be as cold as a breeze off Lake Michigan.
And when she loves me it is as warm as the fireplace at Starbucks.
Just like a Chicago winter she's as different as each winter season that comes.
But those differences are what make me love her even more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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