shall i compare thee to a summers day?
or maybe as hot as the sun?
thow are more beautiful and temperate
and you like to have fun
a rose by any other name is still a rose
but your flower still has spice
and though thou love is painful and rough
still sometimes it can be nice
so tomorrow tomorrow and tomorrow
i say you will take my heart
so the couldrons inside will boil and bubble
untill we cant be pulled apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem