Reverie - Petrachan Sonnet

Trochee Octosyllable: Those past days and times with you are stayed forever new in my thought.. I again relive things I ought never yea forget or make mar, Prizes I esteemed then by far seem as nothing wastes which I bought. Baubles, no more I think, soul sought, like a wandering mislaid star. I now see your face again, love. Smiles and golden light brown tresses, being gentle like small wee dove. You among all my heart blesses Given me from heaven thereof I enjoyed great your caresses.