Belated Prompt

by mynameiselyse

From here:



Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?



Summer days are easy

but fleeting


Summer days are warm

but without the depth of a fall chill

or a winter’s bite

that makes bipolar Spring so sweet


What we have, and we have a lot

had to be worked for

and still has to be worked towards


What we share goes beyond the mere looks

and appearance of what the Bard wrote about

You have the looks of current film icons

but looks matter little to me

because I can see into your heart


So I won’t belittle your complexity

to the simpleness of summer

or reduce you to impossible standards


Because you and I both

might be forgotten by the world

in 200 years

but I don’t give a shit