A 12 Month Love

By: Jacob Raymond La Mar

Shall I compare thee,

To a Summers day,

I think not,

Constant pulsing thermals,

Make weather much to hot,

But compare thee,

To a Summers day,

She holds a unique part,

Summers beating weathers,

Made for only strong of heart.

Shall I compare thee,

To a Fall day,

No not ever,

Not the falling of the leafs,

Nor the stillness of the weather,

But compare thee,

To a Fall day,

Some things can still compare,

The hues in all the leafs,

Enhancing highlights in her hair.

Shall I compare thee,

To a Winters day,

I never will,

Not the whistle of the forest,

Nor the feeling of a chill,

But compare thee,

To a Winters day,

Some things are still the same,

The fierceness of the wind,

With impeccable aim.

Shall I compare thee,

To a Springs day,

I think not,

Not the rain from the sky,

Nor the trees where it’s caught,

But compare thee,

To a Springs day,

Not all is left behind,

Every crack sprouts new life,

Each, one of a kind.

Shall I compare thee,

To a year,

The only way,

For one seasons not enough,

For all the wonder Gods made,

But compare thee,

To a year,

There are changes you can find,

All of natures imperfections,

Have been left behind.