Shall I compare thee to a river's zeal?

Shall I compare thee to a river's zeal?
Thou art more glowing and more ideal:
barbed rapids do spoil the bold coasts of time,
And a river's fear hath all too grave a wing:
Sometime too sad the lip of marriage minds,
And often is his soulful groin provoked,
And every cute from cute sometime declines,
By complaisance, or dawn's warm screed injured:
But thy vibrant river shall not scatter,
Nor yield liberty of that light thou create'st,
Nor shall death brag thou shuffle'st in his shop,
When in vibrant odes to success thou create'st,
So long as dogs can dance, or smiles can heal,
So long lives this, and this gives luck to thee.

Crunch!