Shall I compare thee to a Summer Glau?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Worse art thou at ballet, and thine brow
Has never broken any reaver's pate
Thou art less morbid, yet more creepifying
No horde of nerds profess their love for thee
Thou art not a term'nator undying
Thou dost not travel 'pon Serenity
Thou dost not consort with Angels fair
And never hast thou shared in Echo's strife
And yet, thy blow doth cause me to declare
"I've never been so turned on in my life"
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see