With what shall I compare thee, my love
With lands or seas or moon above?
Or with spring or flowers, their wondrous scents,
Or a tune of music, how decent!
With soothing breeze or chirping birds,
Or with a tender poem with prettiest words?
Or with shores or waves or a golden sight,
Or with a pleasing charming silver light?
With what shall I compare thee, my dear,
With the beguiling days or sweetest years?
Or with rivers or oceans or boundless sky,
Or with the happiest hello or loving goodbye?
With the diamonds or rubies or charm topaz,
Or with classical, pop or rocking jazz?
Or with the rain or snow or twinkling stars,
Or with the ravishing winsome thoughts of ours?
With what shall I compare thee, my bliss
With the pleasurable hugs or golden kiss?
Or with the artistic paintings ever drawn,
Or with the calm and alluring solitary dawn?