A Teen's Sonnet
Why compare me to a summer's day?
And not one in spring, winter or fall?
Am I not as pure as snow, or wheats of hay?
Why compare me to one and not to all?
If it's my beauty you're trying to preserve.
Why not flick a wand and make me immortal?
But this is not what God thinks I deserve.
Between beauty and time, there is no portal.
My rose cheeks will one day fade.
And I shall fall like the leaves of a tree.
Not even I can Death evade;
One day this beauty shall no longer be.
So long as night follows day, and Jan after December,
So long lives this for no one to remember.
2/12/10
And not one in spring, winter or fall?
Am I not as pure as snow, or wheats of hay?
Why compare me to one and not to all?
If it's my beauty you're trying to preserve.
Why not flick a wand and make me immortal?
But this is not what God thinks I deserve.
Between beauty and time, there is no portal.
My rose cheeks will one day fade.
And I shall fall like the leaves of a tree.
Not even I can Death evade;
One day this beauty shall no longer be.
So long as night follows day, and Jan after December,
So long lives this for no one to remember.
2/12/10
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Says so right there.