Shall I compare thee to a fine angel？

　　And elegant， Beautiful， more like a rose

　　Your beauty attracts when your hair dangles

　　Just like a picture in a perfect pose

　　And when I see you， my heart stops beating

　　I tend to forget my whole existense

　　Little by little my heart starts healing

　　And the feeling of my breath being gone gets distant

　　I've come to realize you can't be compared

　　For your beauty is beyond my imagination

　　With this in mind， a girl like you is rare

　　With you， God made a wonderful creation.

　　Author： Joseph Paul