To compare the moon to you would be a sin
with her ever changing pattern of sadness
To compare you to a daisy,oh how would i cry
for her plain petals could never douse your passionate heart
To compare the summers day
in all honesty would be best
For the biting ants and sunshine glare
would most definetly be best to compare
I destest the thought of everlasting love
soon to compare me to that of a dead flower
letting the sun wither me away
in the fields of comparison
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