Shakespeare is my motor

Aware that all that glitter is not gold 
From the time I laid mine eyes upon thee 
Proudly I were my art upon a sleeve 
Sung it to all four corners of the world

Dus harm my 'art as fire the household 
my be-all and end-all you were to be 
a son, my flesh and blood, would make us three 
And the wedding day from that moment sold

Pomp and circumstance wouldn't justice you 
For as long as sun lights up a day 
Pale is all beauty and wise is a fool

That kneels and bows in earnest gratitude 
For all the kindness directed his way, 
Saved shipwreck, weeping rain of morning dew.

Susana Gonçalves