Sonnets Still Spring Poem by Francie Lynch

If years could be booked, our pages lover,
Would spread beneath the covers,
To lay our plot and the life we sought,
For a setting like no other.

Yet shifting shapes from distant dates
Weigh heavy on our pages.
A ring appears throughout our years
To circle and engage us.

If years were versed, our lines would mingle,
Our two lives lived as single.
Sonnets would spring, and ears would ring
With cadence soft and beautiful.

Yet those seamless shapes of distant dates
Are yet to be our pages;
The ring appears around smiles and tears
And keeps us through our ages.

When words and songs fade and fail,
When our bodies grow old and minds grow frail;
When the final note wanes from this song,
The world will know our love was strong,