My Picture of You

Should I compare you to a summer day
Silence pass me by each time I lay
Or a flower of the night,
Silhouetted by the moonlight
Singing of a nightingale
A song for a lonely heart.

Should I compare you to the month of May
Flowers blooming, dressing the field with hue
And the gentle wind seems to whisper
The words I wish to tell you.

Should I compare you to this dream I see
Full of life, full of love
All are affections
But beyond reality.

Literatures of life

I would like to start a blog where we can express life in poetries.
Share your poetic life and share it to the world.