Sonnets full of love that defy question,
rhyming in such a way that no one speaks.
Never having such thoughts of aggression,
but never showing the love like the Greeks.
Morality is often a concern,
it always changes in the turns of time.
But who is to say that they are so stern,
can he really say that he's so sublime?
Many sonnets are often misconceived,
people really believe in such a man?
Compare you to summer's day? How naïve.
Summer is pretty unfuckable, Anne.
Course, that sounds romantic when wooing you.
It's just better than saying doing you.