Mine

Shall I compare thee to the midnight moon?
Thou art more glowing and more majestic.
Like the brightly shining sun in late June,
You make my fantasies more realistic.

Or shall I compare thee to the white stars?
Thou art more luminous and more dazzling.
Captivating me with love from afar,
Thy twinkle, more than diamonds glittering.

Maybe I'll compare thee to the hot sun.
Thou art more fiery and more golden.
Amounting to thee simply can't be done,
Thou brighten life when my light is broken.

I would compare thee to the universe,
But thou art mine, no feeling of remorse.

-A.H.