butterscotch sonnet

I remember my grade 8 teacher reading this sonnet in class, and how the language absolutely captivated me. So, being the nerd I was (and never really grew out of being) went home and proceeded to memorize it.
You could say "You're beautiful, and nothing, not even time will change that," OR, if your name happens to be William Shakespeare, you could blow all other attempts out of the water, and pen something like this:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
With every fair from fair some times declined
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'est
Nor shall Death brag thou wander 'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time, thou grow'est
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

It's like words made out of butterscotch pudding.