A Shakesperean Sonnet for Lucinda on her Birthday

All stars do sparkle silently in the sky
While cinders twinkle quite sonorously
Our hearts beat likewise bum-ba-bum oh my!
And don’t we breathe (tis true!) pulsatingly?
The tide may rise and it may fall again
And night does turn to day as time goes by
The moon herself does wax and then go wane
Things cycle and we don’t know really why.
With spirit we go forth to try succeed
Succumb to failure that we stand once more
We want to be just hugged in time of need
And hug in turn rememb’ring yester yore.
Your beauty and your charm, Lucinda dear
Do not ebb since you’re linda year to year.