Remember me when you grow old

Shall i compare thee to the rose i hold.

Shall compare thee to the falling rain.

Shall compare thee to a thundering storm.

Shall i compare thee to the mountain top!! Sifting the dews!!

Shall i compare thee to my mother breast!

Shall i compare thee to the dark clouds and the lighten storm!

Shall i compare your kiss to a beating drum or a floating fly

shall compare your beauty to a cartons theme!

Shall i compare thy skin a smoothing shield

shall i compare our flaming love to a summer sun!

Shall i compare thy eyes a glooming moon!

Shall i compare your story to my hearts glory

for the sun is your guardian angel!
The radiance of your breast waters my lusting pleasure.

Shall i compare your voice to the little birds shale's

give me crimson to drink for the love you hold...
Tie me to a burning tree and i will embrace it to fold.

But for all these...know me when you are old..


By:
Beryl Rem