Bitcoin poem

Shall I compare thee to a Bitcoin? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Hard forks do shake the darling buds of May, And Bitcoin's price hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that coin thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal blockchain to the time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives crypto, and this gives life to thee.