What if I do compare you to a rose Or summer’s day or beauty like the night, Or drone of how I’d sit and drink a coke With you instead of viewing every sight This world can give?—the seven wonders are No wonder without you. Or should I count The ways I love you deeply, freely, far Above the stars, beyond the utmost bound Of mortal hearts? And would you be content To sleep on beds of roses, some remote And sunny glade our home, with heaven bent Above in envy of the love we hold? Frankly, my dear, that’s all too much for me, So instead I’ll just text you 1-4-3. Jake Murel is a PhD Candidate in Boston, MA. His poetry has previously appeared in The Lyric and Better Than Starbucks, among other poetry journals.