A Sonnet made in chatgpt

A Sonnet made in chatgpt
Shall I draw a comparison between you and a summer's day?
You are far more delightful and consistently moderate:
Strong winds may rattle the cherished buds of May,
And summer's tenure is disappointingly brief:
At times, the sun's gaze burns excessively hot,
And frequently, its golden countenance is obscured;
And everything beautiful will eventually decline,
By chance or the natural progression of change, untamed:
But your eternal summer will never wither,
Nor will you relinquish that beauty you possess;
Nor will Death boast that you wander in his shadow
When you grow in timeless verses:
As long as humans can breathe and eyes can perceive,
So endures this, and this perpetuates your existence.