How could one compare thee to a winter day?
The beauty of the white below that remain to lay--
But what about the nights where the wind is brutal?
As your soul and winter are quite mutual
Your eyes are the 'sicles that glisten in the light--
But your breath is the cold that blow in the night
Yet, your smile's as white as the fresh, crisp snow
Your heart is suspended like a frozen river's flow
But still, your beauty, I long to behold--
Though, I'll always remain your foolish cuckhold
But as long as I get to see your face--
I'll be content and I'll stay in my place
Though, your ways and doings are cruel and vile
Your vanity will always make me smile...
