The Scientist

Sonnet 18

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 shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

A salute to one of the greatest writer of all time William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Well my writing is nothing compared to Shakespeare, but i do love to do it. Writing is a place were I can create something all of my own and be proud of it. I just want to sharpen my skills. So I will give you all the crap and the world the greatest publication.