This royal throne of kings,
This sceptred island
This earth of majesty,
This demi-Eden, This fortress built by the Almighty hands has
But caught mine eyes;
Beauties of unique build,
Behold spirits of no common rate
They shine but you’re second to none.
Shall I compare you to the ripe sun, the golden lonely ball? You’re more lovely and more temperate than brightest of her obese rays.
How should I love you if not with so much of my heart that none is left to protest?
I live in your heart, Waiting but to die in your laps and be buried in your eyes