Shall I compare you to a winter’s tale?

You are more exquisite and more serene.

Your heavenly presence do shake my hale.

That fills the emptiness of my barren.

Your beauty is like the snow in my yard.

That baffles me when you ruffle your hair.

And gentle blow of cold breeze is released,

That fuels my heart and ignites a flare.

Yet flare makes you shine yet you do not melt.

It parches my heart, but I must be meek.

Like a winter’s tale, a magic is spelt.

When you apply the dark cherry lipstick.

So, long as you smile and shine like white pearl,

So long lives mankind, and this shields your charm.