
SONNET 116 – LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS ~BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Grandfather spoke fondly of Ike
In a breath scuffed by the lung-deep
In a leave-rustling breeze,
The child dismounted a broom-stick horse,
Time flies,
When I look into your brown eyes,
Like chocolate sweets,
Your gaze rushed at me like waterfalls
Dropping rainbows on my heart
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
My shadows you grew in your backyard, clandestine photosynthesis with your darkness. I nourished them with tears, unsalted over time. The sun came up, I reached deep down, my roots calling out to me. Uprooting them was painful but I heard your darkness scream through my veins. Tearing away from your weeds, I stretched out…
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken