Shall I Compare Thee To Another Summers Day? Poem by Cory Paul Mitchell

Shall I compare thee to another summer's day?
Now Thou aren't constrained by social construct
Rough days do break young flowering hearts today
As lovers lease hath all too short a date
We try to find another in these austere times,
And often is the hurt so deep within,
And everywhere we stare these lies do hide
So dance with frenzied lust assured is skin
But no love eternal shall you gain
No religious pressure, to ensure loves soloist
Playing notes of no romance alone again
And those eternal lines in mind they grow'st
So long as men can breathe, or eyes could see,
Love won't exist, and this gives strife to thee.