I won’t compare you to a summer’s day
like Shakespeare did when wooing his true love,
nor say impediments won’t mar the way
our two minds meet or obstacles won’t shove
our hearts apart and what we share won’t alter.
And though I’m old enough to be your father,
and you’re my lover, not my daughter,
I hope that age will never be a bother,
but know it’s natural to have these fears.
Who knows for sure, my dear, what lies ahead?
You are a woman wise beyond your years
And know that many thoughts are best unsaid.
I love that you can put aside alarms
and love these moments in each other’s arms.
