SONNET 61
Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
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I hate being apart from my love. Sending lots of hugs out to you!!!
aw, thanks. we're really doing quite well, considering we haven't seen each other for 3 months. and he has some evil plans for my weekend, as yet unrevealed.
the choice of sonnet was quite accidental. i opened my complete Shakespeare, with a whole lot of poems on one page, and my eye happened to fall on this one. a lucky accident, tho not surprising considering our total history.
Very appropriate... and very romantic.
yes, marianne. you can always count on Shakespeare.
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