Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
I find you more beautiful and more gentle.
Strong winds blow in the much loved buds of the spring flowers
And the summer is way too short:
Sometimes, the sun shines too hot
And often it is hidden behind clouds
then everything that is beautiful is hidden in the shades.
And what is beautiful won't be beautiful forever
That will change by chance or by the way nature has planned to change the course
But you will always stay young,
And you will never lose the beauty that you own
Nor shall death claim you for his own
Because you will live forever,
As long as there is life on this earth,
So long will this poem live and give life to you.
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