Shall I compare she to a Chicago winter? br For she is as unpredictable as a winter storm br Yet as beautiful as every snowflake that fall. br When she's angry she can be as cold as a breeze off Lake Michigan. br And when she loves me it is as warm as the fireplace at Starbucks. br Just like a Chicago winter she's as different as each winter season that comes. br But those differences are what make me love her even more.