A/N: ack so sorry i didn't post yesterday! getting lazy whoopsies :P the original sonnet that i'm responding to is sonnet 104 (pictured above) 

the heart cannot help but to feel flattered

by the nectar-coated words dripping from your lips

but it is only to lovestruck eyes that the hourglass seems shattered

as passion conceals the senses with tight grips

i am no immortal or divine

i am but a human clinging to the tendrils of fading youth

but in this race against time we all lose our shine

and we are soon left with only nature and truth

my raven locks shall soon be dotted with snow

my porcelain skin shall soon start to crack

but till the day i am in a wooden chamber six feet low

i promise the firespark inside me shall never fade to black

we'll be as bright and beautiful as when we walked the aisle

our eyes shall learn to love the lines in our faces that show every year, every smile