"Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds"
Hearts that lose their fickle sway,
Their lustful youth of yesterday,
When joined as one they’re sure to last,
Through a lifetime in their clasp.
No temptation in the dark,
Will ever move this wandering bark.
A purist refuge from life’s woes,
Within each bosom love still grows,
Such demands bring faithful hearts,
A comfort true, that ne’er departs.
Like armour that will guard the soul,
Makes both the halves join there as whole.
Love is temperance, faithful, true,
Joins the lovers hard like glue.
No finer thing on earth is found,
Nor hides it’s worth when love abounds.
(Title is the first line of William Shakespeare's Sonnet 116)
Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes, immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents. She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons. She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images. A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain. She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.