Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?
Thou art so cold and always lost yearning.
Freezing winds bring your anger and your pain,
Upon the earth your stark cold is burning.
Sometimes too dim the light of Winter shines,
And seldom will her glacial visage lift.
And every light will always dim and die,
No matter through how many worlds you sift.
But thy eternal winter will not wane.
You shall stand throughout, tall, solid and brisk,
No matter the amount of searing pain,
As it will always have been worth the risk.
For even the strongest mirrors shatter,
And through our bloodied world they shall scatter
