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