For how shall I compare thee?

As a day of creation or a day of rest?

A day of summer or a day of spring?

Thus let the moon caress the waves upon the ocean

I am about to embark.

Thy comparison is long winded,

and guiding as ships assailed a midsummers tide.

Thus the comparison hath no equal,

nor embrace for the other.

O' how splendid the ocean,

a true turquoise of aqua marine,

yet raging as my hormones riding the storm.

Thus what can true beauty be compared?

For the rain and the shine both hath there equal.

In night and day are one, so are they compared,

and thus equal in talent,

in providing everything there is to need

for one to thus survive.

Thus how canst thou compare?

Nay, there is no comparison

when compared to comparison.