Sonnet

Shakespearean sonnet 63

Against my love shall be as I am now
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring:
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

This poem talks about how he will be forever young because of love. That is why I have a put a picture that describes love as forever. The rhyme scheme of this poem is a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-a-b-c-b-d-d. It has a total of 14 lines.