Shall I Shakespeare and compare thee to a summer's day?
If so, you are sunshine that makes life brighter,
Cause your fire lights the candle that burns in May.
When you are away everything's gray, I hear thunder,
And pray that you are safe and not in dire.
You are a rarity, a diamond in the dust.
I cannot lose you, if I do, I will retire
from finding another gem that does not rust.
So friendly, only ones who despise you are
The people who spread hate and are frauds.
Yet even though you are perfect, you are my star,
You are still you and even you have flaws.
But doesn't everybody? We are only human after all,
But least you have enough balls to admit your downfalls.
Dedicated to: J.D.L.F. Moraes
