sonnet #5 1/2

shall i compare thee to the moon at night?
for both are pallid, pale and prone to wane;
and really, neither shines so very bright.
i would that you were quite as far away!
the sky is black now, dark as your intents,
but much less dull and rather better masked.
what insolence! you think my heart's for rent!
that i would sell, and then regret the task!
shall i, as well, compare thee to the day?
i could respond with something sharp and clever
of "how you're more inclined to fade and fray", but
i do fear your fragile heart to sever.
the stars are more prepared for nightly dance,
in silver lines arranged for morbid wars;
fervent armies stronger than your heart's stance:
how both wish to eclipse all signs of morn!
i could compare thee to the dawn's bright face,
but it would only end in your disgrace.