Sonnet II


What illness plagues me now
To leave but in an hour
Only on returning will more power
Like an impish child wanting a row;
To cure it, I must—somehow
Yet all I can do now is glower
As the disease begins to devour
My heart: which I continually allow.
To forget, to die
Will be my only release;
However, I canst deny how it does please
One who has never felt
The weight, as love continues to lie
With the medicine forever undealt.

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