Should you compare me
Heather Ainsley
ECB Publishing, Inc.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Refrain from such, good sir, I pray.
Compare me, instead, to a mid-summer storm,
And dance beside me in the dark, swirling form.
Show me you feel my clouds, my rain.
Let my mind become thunderous without harsh restrain.
Describe with great love, my waters that rise.
And bear my wind's blow in melodic reprise.
May my words fall as raindrops, some heavy, some light.
And kiss your wandering echoes of us fondly at night.
May you whisper my name, in the twilight's last glimmer.
And think of me gently as the world starts to shimmer.
Should you compare me to weather, my darling, my love.
May I be som