Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art more ghostly and more alluring
Cold winds do shake the branches sprinkled white
Thine clever wit is much more than stirring
An icy hand of shivers down your spine
Would not phase thee, thine heart is colder still
Of frozen petals thine tender lips do dine
Thine artistry gives me a lovesick chill
But thy eternal winter shall not fade
Nor shall the stars equate themselves to thee
A wintry storm doth have thee in its shade
It brags to keep thine arctic soul from me
Long as thine bewitchment takes my breath away
Your frozen heart, so near to it I’ll stay

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