December 12th, 2010


My Heart is Full

Twenty Nine

I wanted to find a way to describe the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I thought, perhaps, Shakespeare. I was thinking of one sonnet, but it didn't quite work. Then I saw this one. This one fit. So I typed it here, and it wasn't until I had finished that I looked at its number. It was Sonnet 29.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
     For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
     That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

I've been with Bob for 29 years.