Sonnet 18: a modern interpretation.

What a shame it would be,

To compare this feeling to something as fleeting as love.

And what a shame it would be,

To compare you to something as short lived as a summers day.

Love is something as overrated as the summer itself.

You are too calm and dependable to be likened to the powerful winds of May.

But summer ends too soon,

And the sun shines too bright for my eyes,

And sometimes it loses its golden glow,

And the summer is not as beautiful as it could be.

But you,

You are my forever.

Your presence never fades,

You never lose your glory nor your beauty,

Death cannot overcome your glorious existence,

You and your youth will live forever, twisted in these words.

So long as these words remain, we are eternal.