Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?

Though you are lovelier and more pleasant:

The beloved buds of May will jolt in the rough winds,
And summer’s deal has all too brief a time:
 

Sometimes the sun shines too hot,

But then on another day his face of gold is dimmed by clouds of grey;

And all things of appeal eventually lose it over time,
Either because of the experiences of life, or nature’s inescapable plans:

But your everlasting beauty will not fade,
Neither lose any of its quality;

Even death cannot claim you for his own,

For you will live on in this verse of mine forever
For as long as man may exist, read and see,

That is how long you’ll live, and so immortal you will be.