Shall I Compare Thee To A Spring Day? Poem by Jeffrey Liminsang

Shall I compare thee to a spring day?
Thou art more charming and more elegant:
Rough winds do shake the blossom buds,
And spring flowers hath all too short of a story:
Sometimes too wet for the eyes to see clearly,
And often its texture and vein are discolour;
And from fair to fair its elegance has darken,
By chance or nature’s changing course untouched;
But thy endless radiance shall not decline
Nor lose thy possession on thy spring charm;
Nor death shall crow about thou in its dusk,
When in eternal canto thou will sprout:
So long as creatures can inhale and eyes can observe,
So long as this exist and this gives life to thee