Shall I Compare Thee To A Blooming Rose?

*This is from English class using Shakespeare's poem as a map*

Shall I compare thee to a blooming rose?
Thou art more fragrant and more rare.
A roses beauty doesn't forever grow.
And in the cold it's beauty cannot bear.
Bee's do violate it's fragile pedals,
And lessen the value of it's allure.
A rose less precious than valuable medals.
And its thorns more and more do I abhor.
The bee's do marvel at your beauty,
And do not tempt themselves to Peirce your fragile skin.
To protect your splendor is man's duty,
Your radiance shines outside and within.
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.