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Shakespeare's Moon
He won my heart without the skill of verse... |
"Shakespeare's Moon" He paints her brighter than the glowing moon* who pouts and hides behind a shadowed cloud. As friends, we were surprised when love did bloom; we voiced, as partners do, a passion proud. We whispered poet's lines: the 'fix`ed mark' ** to stay the course of life on stormy sea; so hope endures beyond a Noah's Ark; so linked together we'll forever be. I knew this man who rhymed not with his words*** but through his eyes so many volumes spoke. Expressed a caring wise as nature's bird who warns to save his mate from hunter's scope. A man, whose honest prose endeared such love that he, the moon of Shakespeare rose above. *Shakespeare's line about Juliet being "the sun". **Sonnet 116 *** My husband. I lost him to cancer 3 years ago. We were together 62 years, having met in school at age 12. (Sonnet #16) |