Almost all the way back to conventional [intlink id="359" type="category"]sonnet[/intlink] crafting for this old dog….
When be those moments of the greatest pain?
At what clock ticks does my heart ache and woe?
What are those places worry makes great gain?
Where lie the avenues of deep sorrow?
They’re the long minutes I hear naught of thou
I find them in the hours without your words
My heart yearns to touch but knows not how
When the span’s a distance flown by great birds
But know you, these pains only come because
Visions of you, my love, ere live in me
You, my only one, my soul does give pause
Your name my heart doth pound, my eyes ere see
Yet, in those moments you are a scant ghost
I feel the pain of loving you the most