Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art too unrealistic and romantically hopeful. Studying Shakespearean sonnets, I can't help but yearn for a relationship that could evoke such emotions, good or bad. But in this day and age, I can't do anything but wish. With Tinder and other dating apps taking over the way that young people meet and date, the superficial and lascivious aspects of dating have become the predominant ones. This can make any relationship feel like it will fail before it ever has a chance. It can make someone trying cynical and hopeless. When feelings like that set in, it becomes rather difficult to relate to the deepest feelings of love. Much has changed in the 400 years since Billy's death, so I have taken the liberty to write two sonnets that might be more relatable to those dealing with dating nowadays.

Sonnet I

On paper this guy's what I would hope for:

He has a job and a good one at that,

The bands he likes are ones that I adore,

He's funny and does not text like a prat,

I get excited just to hear from him,

He thinks I'm funny, smart, pretty, and kind,

He's tall, and shoot, he even thinks I'm slim.

It's strange a stranger's words consume my mind.

That giddy, budding feeling comes again

to bring me hope of a new spring flower.

And so we make the plans to meet and then

Time flies by, shorter seems each waking hour.

We meet for coffee, and immediately

I can see he is not the guy for me.

Sonnet II

The crazy ex-lovers of which I'm told

Have often scared the daylights out of me.

Their portraits painted as insane and bold

Had once caused me to laugh too easily.

Excessive texts and calls they're known to send:

Things I am sure that I would never do.

Often advice to these girls I would lend,

Whilst inside I ask, "Is something wrong with you?"

Then why do I fight every urge to text

a gentleman for whom I do not care?

Just three times, two nights, were those muscles flexed,

Yet why this need to speak doth my heart bare?

I sit and pine and ask, "What's wrong with me?"

As lover's eyes are now eyes through which I see.

Hopefully, these sonnets can make those still trying to find love in this asinine dating world feel as if poetry has not forgotten them.