Painted with the brush of beauty

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And blinds me with beauty such as hers:

Beauty that thou do not deserve;
So unworthy but thou so blessed to be with thee;

So long as i can breath, or eyes can see,
So long she lives, and so she gives life and happiness to thee.