Written at age 8.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more fair and sweet,
Like a glistening angel in the blue skies.
From one end of the world to the other,
There is no one like thee.
The sun doth shine like gold,
But can never shine like thy eyes.
Thy hair shimmereth like the moon’s reflection in the soft waters of a lake,
But thy hair is softer than a swan’s feather.
Thy laugh fills the earth with happiness and peace,
Thou bringst love and sunshine to the earth.
No one can compete with thy dazzling beauty.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this and gives life to thee.
