YOUNG, AND YET A RELIC

I try to learn the prose
     of life, but my slavish
Reproduction of its speech
     is wooden; lavish
Praise born of compassionate
     searching is all
I understand. Shall I compare
     thee? Yes.
I liken you to love you,
     to believe the loveliness
Your nakedness displays
     might be proved
By some revealing counterpart,
     might be true.
With metaphors and
     allusions, I feel for you.