Shall I Compare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No way, you're far more lovely.
Shall I compare the light of the starry skies
to that of your eyes? The former is not as bright.
Shall I compare my love to that which I see
them act out on TV? I swear, mine is far above.
Shall I compare this poem whose worth's elastic
to those set in stone as classic? This feels more like home.
There is no comparison, it's true,
and the only color that matters is blue.
And when your self-esteem is down
please, love, don't frown.
I'm here to love you, that's my meaning,
that love which is never weaning
but every second grows stronger than it's ever been.
You hate yourself and that is when
I wish you too could have seen
you, yourself, through eyes of green.
It would all make sense from then on.
Your beauty is greater than the sun at dawn,
or even at dusk when the sky is red,
all you have to do is lie down in your bed
with your eyes shut and you'll still glow
with more radiance than anything I know.
You can look at me, say that it's a lie,
but the day I mislead you is the day that I die,
and since I'm still here, I'd say that it's true;
Everything good has nothing on blue.