Based on "Sonnet 18" by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to our wrecked duvet?
Thou art more adorable and more agreeable:
Rough winds do shake when the bed’s unmade,
Your woman’s fuse hath all too short a length:
Sometime too hot the eye of scrutiny shines,
And often is your sweet flush dimm'd;
And although fair is fair sometimes,
By chance or your nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal naif shall never fade
Nor lose possession of that flair thou ownest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in her shade,
Unless your eyes grow blind with time to her modus

So long as grown men can breathe or eyes can see,
Make our bed with purpose and this preserves life for thee.