Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more beautiful and way hotter!
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer in Alaska is too cold and short.
Sometime even the Sun pales next to your bright smile,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
For every woman's beauty fades with time,
But to me you are more beautiful each new day than the last.
And your kind heart and loving touch will spring eternal,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines my love for you grow'st.
So long as men can breathe,
or eyes can see,
So long lives this man, and this family gives life to thee.