Written by: Jennen Becke

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s breeze? Thou art more chilling and more cruel Rough winds push you away with ease with winter’s lease reveals a fool. Sometimes so cold that hell would freeze. Your rosy glow would dim And every leaf from spring you tease Then nature turns so grim Eternal blizzards shall not fade But fair possessions will There’ll be no love within your shade, your cold shall make you ill So long as men can see your eyes, They will see through your lies.