Sonnet 61 ~ je pense à toi seulement
je suis confus, confondu et seul désespérément perdu avec la pens
What to do; I am perplexed… is it your will that I dwell on thought of you
Sweet thought fills my somnolent dreams each night…
Is it your desire to consume my every waking hour?
Night’s faint light marked with beautiful apparitions of your soul?
Is it even possible that you think of me as I of you? Do you impart this profound connection of spirit from where you are?
You pry into the depths of my heart; where you invade my every thought to discover this unrelenting desire discerning my idle hours…
… do you seek to ascertain my depths of disgrace?
Does desirous thought create such fury within?
How could it be… not you… you don’t have such feelings? You do love… and love is… but, not that strong in gauge:
Maybe it is only my covetousness that obstructs my dreams to generate wakeful nights;
Mine own true love detains all of me; all I am, all that is…
For there is only you… I dream of you alone:
I believe and wait for those moments that entangle my display.
And you arise without me… so far away, I grow stifled and reticent as you are subsist; entertained by imposing company.
~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 61
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