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Should I compare thee with a summer’s day?
Are you better than a summer’s day?
You are more lovely and more temperate:
Thunderstorms are too many in May
And everything is too hot wherever you stay.
Alas the summer goes too fast
And with it the hot, pleasant rains,
Making the Earth like rust
And bringing my soul’s pains.
In contrast, your beauty has no age
And I am sure it will never fade,
Every day of our life being a page
Written in the book of love, which has no shade.
Te iubesc, ti amo, je t’aime
Your eternal love has made me what I am…
