Old Shakespeare wrote his sonnets to be read

Old Shakespeare wrote his sonnets to be read
by countless generations not yet born.
His genius intellect speaks from the dead –
an immortality bereft and torn.

This shallow victory which Shakespeare won
against encroaching years and tides of time
lies unappreciated by the one
who tried to cheat his death with perfect rhyme

But we, my Love, possess what Shakespeare lacked:
a promise for each other which was dealt
in the Sure Place – unquestionably backed
by Kings and Queens in front of whom we knelt

So even after sonnets cease to be
I will have you, my Love, and you’ll have me.