John C. Sparks, Constancy</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=24.htm>John C. Sparks</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Constancy</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>As our years ebb on, life's closing in view,<br>I'll never bemoan those days we first met;<br>Seasons have cycled; behind is the new,<br>Our autumn before us--summer 'bout set.<br>None is more loyal than your tender face,<br>Once raven temples now dusted with gray,<br>Constant in loving since sixty-nine's lace,<br>And constant to be till flesh nestles clay.<br>May we continue, as God gives us breath,<br>Our travels beloved as two faithful hearts;<br>Come fever or pain, or brushes with death,<br>Let us remain true till chiseled stone parts!<br>Now onward we go, fall's glory, then snow;<br>Wing on to heaven and home's golden glow!<br>Dedicated to my wife, Carolyn Sparks<br>February 1998 Shakespearean Sonnet </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>