trackbratty

[clyde]

trackbratty;



Sonnet 4 u




shall i compare thee to a blustery fall day?
thou art more lovely and more curvy
rough winds to keep your little buds at bay
and fall's leash is far too short for this earthy
sometimes too hot the sun shines on you
and often you rhyme more with summer
and every fair from fair sometimes is two
by chance or nature,you be the late comer
but thy eternal blustery fall shan't fade
nor lose possession of that fair thou hath
nor shall any interloper change your shade
not even cool blusters, heated by your hot bath
so long as i can breathe and my eyes can see
so long gives this,and this gives new life to thee





-Alan-