Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more skilful and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling Bridge since May 19th,
And Rafa's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of thine tackles shine,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or your hair's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal curls shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that ball thou owest;
Nor shall Aguero brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to the season thou growest:
So long as geezers can breathe or Chelsea fans can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.