Shall I compare you to a summer's day
Though your eyes are nothing like the sun?
Let not the marriage of poetic devices play
To make this, my Shakespearean jaunt, anything but fun
Your hair reminded him of wires?
Tut, tut, that was a cruel simile.
Almost like throwing at you silver spears.
Later he makes it up, in a jiffy!
Poetry is not poetry, if no one reads it
Anymore than love is love, if it bends.
With the remover to remove - unfit!
Poetry, and love, should for the world's wounds make amends
Shake a scene or leg; be great, or wrap your player's heart in a tiger's hide.
Write poetry, love a woman or man, but make sure your verse and love doth abide!
Koshyshpere
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