Amore Mio

I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, And behind the door I do feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in the air, You look real as life to me, “Amore Mio”. When I am surfing on the internet, You are there in my click I envisage, I initiate to scribe a sonnet, And lo! I see you embossed on the page. Sighing, wry face, the lips as a dried leaf, Your greenish deep eyes upraised fully, Neither death kills me, nor does lonely life, But your silence eats my soul and body. Numb as a disease, I die of a thought, My love, don’t you sense the same as I aught? ========================= A Shakespearian sonnet in Iambic Pentameter (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG) Contest: Loneliness 7Th place win