Shall I compare thee to the Northern Lights,
I think not you'd win, no fight,
The lights of the north hath nothing on thee,
for an angel ye could be.

The lights dance across the sky,
but thou dance across my mind,
the lights make the ignorant gasp,
but the beauty of ye no one can grasp.

The colors of the light are dull and boring,
but the color of thy succulent lips there's no ignoring,
I crave to have thee as my love,
But i cannot have ye like the lights above.

Neither ye nor the lights can be contained,
any efforts made will be made in vain,
I will try I won't give up on thee,
if it works it works it's meant to be