Sonnet 18 By William Shakespeare

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 often 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 wand'rest in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as
men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to
thee.

Bila baca poem kat atas ni teringat time sekolah lu ....

Dh lah susah nk paham sbb bahasa dia English dolu2...

amik masa gak lah nk paham....hehehe

sib baik Exam BI pass lau x, xtahu lah....hihihi :-)