Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou heart is more bitter and more frigid.
Thy cold, blowing words puts my love in plight,
And thy icy touch makes my rapture dead.

Sometimes when thy relentless winds desist,
And blowing snow finally comes to lie
And my deep affection cannot resist,
The thought thou loving back, it makes me sigh.

But soon, thy pitiless winds blow anew,
Thy ice, like spears, stab into my heart deep,
Art thou the same woman who I once knew,
Thy apathy makes my love want to weep.

When thou eternally icy heart thaws,
I will be there, to catch thou when thou falls