Should I compare you to a summer day?
Nah, because summer’s kinda basic and fades;
You’re the kind of glow that doesn’t go away,
A rare-level vibe that time never degrades.
The wild winds can mess with May’s fresh bloom,
And the sun can get way too extra sometimes;
One minute it’s perfect, next it’s giving gloom,
Like nature’s stuck on chaotic timelines.
But your energy? Yeah, that stays forever;
Your shine won’t get cancelled by time’s old game;
No aging filter can make you less clever,
No random fate can delete your name.
As long as people breathe and stories are shared,
This poem keeps your glow forever declared.
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