Sonnet 14
While tears fall from my eyes
Missing the joyful days I spent with you,
While I try to resist my sobs and sighs,
While my voice, though faint, is still heard,
While my hand can still pluck strings
Of my sweet lute to sing of your rapture,
And while my mind still desires to erase
All other memories except those of you,
I have no desire to die.
But when I feel my tears go dry,
My voice goes scilent, my hands go limp,
And my poor sprit can no longer express
The prangs of my love, then I will pray
For dark death to end my bright day.
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