Sonnet 1: Sleepless

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Spent most of a night (a sleepless one, of course) and quite a while after writing this one.

Submitted: April 26, 2017

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Sonnet 1

At night I fail to get my forty winks;
The thought of you besets my drifting mind.
When gracefully my peaceful nonsense sinks
To dream, it surfaces again, unkind.
From night to mid to morning sun, I run
Through memories, the words and deeds, the tears
I wrung from you (or helped at least). From one
To two, I hate the things you do. But here's
The thing: before it's three, I come around,
Remembering the reasons I admire
The way you keep your feet upon the ground,
Your perfect brows, and that subtle fire
In your observant eyes. So please don't mind
My drooping lids; I lost a little sleep last night.


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