Why to compare thee to a summer’s day
And cage the intensity of my love?
What poem, what line, what essay will convey
What I feel for you, this moment, right now?
Lovers, men great, since ages have I seen
In love with these prisons; of metaphors,
Of similes, beautiful words serene,
Of allusions, and of similar more.
Cages so beautiful are cages still.
No matter how luxurious they might seem,
In essence their actual job is to kill
The freedom of thought, the ideas supreme.
So, from these glass frames I set you free,
To confine you in words is blasphemy.