Should I com­pare you to a moon­less night ?
The poor night doesn’t have a chance.
The dark­est sky still fades to white
and blots the stars with morning’s con­se­quence.

And those stars ? It takes all day to dri­ve
above the haze and lights just to see some.
And if it’s cloudy, what then ? Nice try,
no cig­ar, turn around and go home.

But your shim­mer just nev­er quits —
like mer­cury flung across a vel­vet cloak,
like the sun in my eye after it sets — 
You’re bright­est in a world gone dark.

As long as I still have my wits about me
I’ll take your flame and keep you with me.