Is it too cliché of me to say, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Is it too endearing of me to say “You live in this, and dwell in lover’s eyes.
Is it too ambitious of me to say, “His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live and he in them still green.”
Is it too mediocre of me to confess and question, “Were it not sinful then striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well?”
Even after all this, in my uncertainity I was sure “to give full growth to that which is still doth grow.”
But my dear, “for thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body’s treason,”
Questioning myself, “Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?”
Longing for that moment, waiting “till my bad angel fire my good one out.”
Berating myself and Cupid “Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes.”
But none can deny “in loving theee thou know’st I am forsworn.”
I wish for you to “Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.”
I see you apologising for your deeds but “The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief.”
“So blame me not if I no more can write!”
The Chandos Portrait – Picture of William Shakespeare.
Attributed to Joseph Taylor
Property of Britain’s National Portrait Gallery (since 1856)
A/N — This is not to offend anyone. I might have messed up the format for which I apologise. I had fun writing it while reading the sonnets in my leisure. I hope you all like it. The lines are taken from Shakespeare’s sonnets, number 18, 55, 63, 103, 115, 146, 144, 137, 152, 139, 34 and 103 respectively.