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Sonnet 29 (by Shakespeare)

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 remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


Maybe this is poem that I should save for our anniversary? I tried to recite it to you by memory a few years ago. But on this day it comes back to me. On this day, I think of you and give thanks.  Give thanks for your birth, for your life, for your being.  When my sadness or melancholy overtakes me there is a sure sanity in remembrance of you, your love and the life we share together.  Oh the misery I create for myself when I forget my blessings and one of the greatest blessings of my life is you.  That you are.  Even that I am. And more so that you and I are together. But that you are. That is it today. I give thanks for that and in so doing I am the lark that arises at dawn, sings joy at heaven’s gate, knows I am wealthy beyond belief and desires no ones life but mine.