A Poem on Thursday : the darling buds of may

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

I've gone totally soft and dreamy in my poem choices the last couple of weeks.  But who can resist Shakespere's Sonnets?  Especially this one.  Just reading it makes me smell, hear and feel the warm, summer air.  

PS.  The cooking challenge is about to begin!