Shall I compare thee to the spring?
Thou art beautiful and more temperate
Shall I compare thee to the northern winds?
For thou be more stern and wise
Shall I compare thee to the blossoming rose?
Whose sweet fragrance rejuvenates the mind?
Oh! such comparisons are nothing but frail
Compared to you and your loveliness
Now I am fraught with pain and confusion
In this erratic world of love
For Fate has brought us to the crossroads
The paths ahead is filled with joys and misgivings
Where the present holds promise and lies
And the future is but hope.
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