Sonnet Fail

I mourn inside whenever I'm away; gasping at the smell trapped upon my clothes. I embrace small deaths whenever I leave; kissed by sadness of separation woes. I can't breathe outside your words' whispered cloud. Two lone persons morphed into a people. Alone, I am separate from myself. You, the foundation to my life's steeple. My watch will only wind when I see you. I count each moment, wasting the whole day. Life is mystery. You're the only clue. Everything else just gets in the way. My systems betray when I describe it. I'm having a hard time writing this true. I wanted to gift you a love sonnet. Words fail in painting how much I love you. So, I added a few more bars to mine. Hidden inside; this treasure hard to find. It didn't help. This love can't be confined. Not in action, song, or poetic line. -Angel Fatale-