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No Comparison

I'll not compare thee to a summer's day
for some of those are less than perfect.

Considering that quantity of time
spent in your presence,
revelling in your warmth,
your sweetness
and our love.
I am content.

See how grey swallows,
diving after insects,
swoop in exultation on success;
accepting no substitute
for the object of their hunt?

Neither shall I
by comparing you,
the incomparable,
to anything.

All else falls flat.

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By cherryk

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