Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a pretty song

Lines of a song are long and beautiful

Sometimes your words sound like they don’t belong

Your sentences are short and unusual

Sometimes when you talk you start to stutter

Though in a song, the words have this flawless flow

Gosh, it is really quite a wonder

Despite all this, I would hate to see you go

When I hear a song, I feel myself smile

When you are around, I really do too

I guess I shouldn’t be in denial

Maybe it’s just hard for your charm to come through

Music can sound perfect, which is so rare

I shouldn’t compare thee, that is just unfair