Sonnet I (poem)


how longer yet must i

evade thy langorous look

that pierces me to my very core?

how stranger yet that i

should wither ‘neath your gaze

yet of your overwhelming pow’r

still silently beg for more.

ah, fate! like lovers shy

must we forever stay?

and from the corner of my eye

can i forever be content

with glimpses stolen from time?

how many a line full well can i

as this yet write for thee?

only as many as the stars in the sky

and the droplets in the sea.