I will not compare thee to a summer's day
For summer is the cruellest of seasons
It births love that can only decay
And my love would call that a treason

I will compare thee to a winter's day
When the purest white falls from the sky
Like your fairness that revives your colours so gay
And the nature that brings shine to your eye

Look at the trees as they show their souls
Look at the skies as they pour their arts
Though the flakes can encapsulate you whole
It is the season to hold each other in our arms

So, no I will not compare thee to a summer's day
For winter is the season to fall in love
To watch the purest of art paint our eye
To hold each other forever in our home above