Amanda and Conor

      Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
      Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
      Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
      And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
      Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
      And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
      And every fair from fair sometime declines,
      By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
      But thy eternal summer shall not fade
      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
      Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
      When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
      So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
      So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

      “Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare.