Sonnet 18 – a pun
Shall I compare thee to the warm morning light
This light fades away but not your warmth towards me
Compare thee to a lit full moon
The moon wanes and grows but you always grow on me
Compare thee to the vibrant rainbow in the clear sky
Which may disappear but your beauty is timeless
Shall I compare thee to the nectar filled jasmine
But your fragrance doesn’t bud with blossom or demise with dusk
