
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,
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
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken
The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies