Shall I compare thee to a summers rose

Thou art more vibrant and far more lustrous

Thy heart is like a secret, not one knows

A rose falters while you stay sumptuous

Often too secured to come and enjoy

And sometimes so cruel it pierces thy skin

Even its allure gets to be like savoy

Whose leaves are wrinkled and teeming with sin

A roses beauty, equals its cruelness

But thy beauty is wholesome forever

And when I'm pricked by malevolent thorns

Your beauty pushes through my endeavor

So long as thorns will hurt and rose deceive

Vi do il mio cuore to be yours to thieve