Shall I compare thee to a bitcoin's day?
Thou art more volatile and less temperate.
Rough dips do shake the darling charts, profits crumbling as clay,
And bitcoin's rise hath all too short a date.

Sometime too high the eye of greed shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every gain from gain sometime declines,
By chance, or the bulls changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal value shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that love thou ow’st,
Nor shall fear, uncertainty and greed brag thou wand’rest in their shade,
When in eternal experience to Time thou grow’st.

So long as bulls run, or bargaining hands plea,
So long lives bitcoin, and bitcoin gives life to thee.