Shall I compare him to a spring day?
He is warmer than thee cool breeze,
Thou art brighter than a foggy bay,
His warmth will nev'r let mine heart freeze,
He is always there when thou fall,
He always can brighten thy mood,
His words won't go aroint at all,
He will nev'r let thou stay blued,
Ye are always the lightning to my thunder,
The sunshine to mine moon ray,
You are mine rock and it makes me wonder,
Will thou be there forev'r and stay?
Then one day thou left, like a brown bag blown,
I was left broken and by myself, so high-lone.
I used some Shakespearean language in there to go with the mood.
