My personal library, which includes several editions of the sonnets, reflects my complete fascination with Shakespeare’s work. And even though most scholars agree that Sonnet 18 (as well as the first 126 sonnets) was written to a young male, this sonnet lives on as one of the most romantic verses of all time. The final couplet alone is poetry at its best!
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: But thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.