Sunset

Sunset, originally uploaded by XPeria2Day.

I compare you to a summer day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Favorite rough winds shake the buds of May,
And summer rental has all the dates are too little,
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold skin dimmed,
And every fair from a decline in the fair,
By coincidence, or change the natural way, without cutting.
But you will not marcirà eternal summer,
Nor lose possession was only ow'st're
Both the death brag wander'st you apply the shadow,
When in eternal lines to time your grow'st.
While men can breathe or eyes can see,
While this life, and this gives life to thee.