Silly Sonnet On a Restless Night
A silly sonnet on a restless night
All day long and into the evening
my heart has been pining for my true love
and I wonder, is she for me longing?
Apart from her there is no heav’n above.
Sleep doth not o’ertake me as my mind turns
to her and my body longs to be near
where she is, yet more than long, it doth burn
but not for touch, but just to have her ear.
Laugh she does at my jocularity
and my literary side she comprends,
with my mind familiarity.
To our love shall there never be an end?
Now I have heard from her by cell-phone text
To my chamber, I can now take my rest.
Copyright © Clark Emery | Year Posted 2015
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