Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Rose? Poem by Jeffrey Liminsang

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s rose?
Thou art more exquisite and more restrain:
Rough winds do shake the long and lank flowers,
And summer’s rose hath all too short a life:
Sometimes too stunning to touch,
And often its complexion and tone are bleach;
And fair from fair its grace has clouded,
By chance or nature's changing course untainted;
But thy eternal appeal shall not droop
Nor lose thy possession on thy allure thou owest;
Nor death shall crow thou drift in his awning,
When in eternal stanzas thou growest:
So long as people can breath or eyes can see,
So long this and this gives life to thee.