Shall I compare thee to an April's day br when Spring has burst its bonds with thund'rous storms br begun with winds of March, bright blooms in May, br that challenge not thy chaste, thy changing forms? br br For oft I watch thee glow with fiery eyes br that pierce my heart with bonded rings of steel, br hot flashes thrust through Jove's immortal skies br engulfing in death's throes what love I feel. br br As oft thy gaze be soft as petals are br from garlands, garden wreaths, bouquets that show br thy gentle side, so close, yet seems so far br that I know not to stay or choose to go. br br As certain as each year shall Spring return, br so shall for you my soul in season burn.