If He Compared You to a Summer's Day

If he compared you to a summer's day;

I will compare you to a winter's choice;

I couldn't find a way to make you stay;

And neither couldn't listen to your voice.

Your face reminds me something bittersweet;

But pleasure is what comes from all your thorns;

The taste of honey comes from all your feet;

Extending to my heart until it burns;

But I'm not sure that if you’ll ever know;

Of all the verses that I'm here to do;

If there's a day when I will meet you so;

I'll tell you all the love I have for you;

But you don't know what loving really means;

And you'll forever wonder in your dreams.