[ALREADY i am swooning to the floor]
My shy Woman, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you care, worry and love,
invading my mind day and through the night,
always dreaming about the clear strangelove.
[i like the term "strangelove" - i hope it isn't a typo]

[shall i compare thee to a summer's day? - sounds awfully similar]
Let me compare you to a sheer ember?
You are more hopeful and empathetic.
Tense frost nips the robins of December,
and wintertime has the local anesthetic.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your comforting eyes and body.
How your personality fills my days!
My love for you is the sincere snoddy.
[still don't understand what this means]

Now I must away with a focused heart,
remember my dear words whilst we're apart.
[i will remember this, don't worry]