I'm posting this here & now because of reasons stated in the Intros thread, which I've used to say Farewell.

Shakespeare's original (title is first line)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


Mine (title is first line)

Shall I constrain you and force you to pray?
You are so lovely and intemperate:
Rough bonds so tight I fear they’re going to fray,
I must not loose them e’en a breath too late.
Sometimes your look is hot and shows some signs
That I’m too harsh: but then, your vision dimmed,
You yield, and sweat defines your lovely lines.
Your beauty – soft hair, full lips, round arsed, sweet-limbed –
Is by your pain and gift more lovely made.
Nor ever will you lose that wondrous glow,
Nor in my eyes your beauty ever fade,
Whilst you give in to every slap or blow.
So long as you will give your gift to me,
So long I’ll bind you, and I’ll set you free.