Summer's Lease

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest;

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 18, published 1609 by Mr William Shakespeare

Summer's lease has indeed too short a date, and this summer is no exception as we drift in to darker times and the return of existential questions and wondrous discussions on this very same spot.
But if I am excused a shameful reuse and redirecting of this poem to a, to me, second receiver - I shall use this opportunity to eternify this summer's lease and great days we had and all the fun we had together Miss W. I'll let you grow in these eternal lines and let the world know I loved you. Rejected but not yet burnt on the flame I enter autumn as the leaves turns red and you turn your back on me.