Sonnet 81

Sonnet 81: What shall I even compare thee to?

What shall I even compare thee to?

Thou stun the senses in every way.

With all of thy good qualities true

Thou art far beyond a summer’s day.

The sense of sight is always amazed

By the beauty thou bring upon it.

So fair the moon becomes dark in a daze

Thy smile is so bright it makes the sun quit

Roses may be red, and violets blue

And rainbows may show many a shade.

Yet the colors mean nothing when compared to

The beauty which upon many eyes have laid.

The sound of thy voice can cure the deaf

And reduce any villain to tears

It’s creator ranking of a master chef

For creating such a blessing to the ears.

Some say nature blooms on its own

Yet truly it’s the sound that rolls of thy tongue

Songbirds that attempt to capture it when shown

Then cede to instead hum it on where they’ve hung.

And what of my anticipation

To be blessed by thy presence again and again?

A thirst that can’t be cured by any precipitation

And brings nothing but the most agonizing of pain.

Without thou, the eyes see a colorless world

And the ears nothing more than silence

The times when thou art not within reach

Are the times when this most peaceful of souls becomes violent.

Right becomes wrong, up becomes down

The world becomes a dark void when others call it round.

They call me insane and insult my brain

When all I desire is to be with thou again.

For thou hath my heart

Making me heartless when thou leave

And the ultimatum becomes

Be with thou or grieve.

The fault never belongs to thou,

Just my heart.

Call it love, obsession, insanity even

To me, thou art nature’s work of art.

What can compare to a beauty as thou

Whose fathomless eyes shallow the ocean blue.

If the world offers nothing close even now

What shall I even compare thee to?