Soneto 18

Shall I compare you to a summer day? you're lovelier and milder. Rough winds shake the pretty buds of May, and summer doesn't last nearly long enough. Sometimes the sun shines too hot, and often its golden face is darkened by clouds. And everything beautiful stops being beautiful, either by accident or simply in the course of nature. But your eternal summer wil never fade, nor wil you lose possesion of your beauty, nor shall death brag that you are wondering in the underworld, once you're captured in my eternal verses. As long men are alive and have eyes with wich tosee, this poem will live and keep you alive.Adaptado do soneto de Shakespere.
Para os amores de minha vida!!