Best Poems Written by Charlie Chai

No Means No

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art less lovely and less temperate.
Harsh winds do stir thee quite a bite.
And winter’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of hell shines,
And often is her dark heart dimmed;
And every year from year that declines,
By luck, or fire’s blazing course untrimmed.

Copyright © Charlie Chai | Year Posted 2012