Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Everyone does your loveliness surpass

When the flowers bloom and windy is May

And a mere 90 days does summer last

Sometimes the weather’s too warm for comfort

Yet other times the sun’s obscured by force

Sooner or later, beauty does abort

Through probability or nature’s course

But always beautiful will you remain

And nor your beauty will ever elapse

From immutable death you shall refrain

Just like this sonnet through time you will pass

As long as people don’t cease to exist

You'll live as long as this sonnet persists.