Shall I compare him to a winter's night?
His icy heart burns with the cold inside,
and although in fall; he's Halloween fright,
deceives in such a way you can't confide.
As the snow ends autumn’s too short-lived life,
and when the cool breeze takes your breath away,
the ice pierces your vision like a knife,
and the black sky forbids the tranquil day.
He lies as if he's the snow over ground,
from which all innocence cannot escape.
And unto you he blames the sun not found;
like water on frozen ground he takes shape.
Until cold drifts as no longer a breeze,
but a winter night's wind blows forth with ease.