Bubbles

Shall I compare thee to a round bubble?
Thou art more beautiful, lovely, and bright.
You are more bothersome, but no trouble.
Floating up high until you reach the light.
Sometimes too hot, the sun in the sky shines.
Through the wind, with oxygen and cool air.
Bubble by bubble, they start to decline.
The wind blows, changing natures course with care.
But thy eternal bubble shall not pop,
While floating up towards the baby blue sky.
Just like my love for you shall never stop.
Our long-lasting love; it shall never die.
As we gently pass our precious love notes,
We will love as long as thy bubble floats.