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".
*** My husband. I lost him to cancer 3 years ago. We were together 62 years, having met in school at age 12. (Sonnet #16)
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