Love Sonnet 90: 'Deep Sorrows I, In Solitude Partake, ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Deep sorrows I, in solitude partake,
As mirth we share, while basking, sweet, in bliss,
Such times are when I hide grief for your sake,
For gloomy thoughts are what I oft dismiss;
It seems that night falls every time you frown,
And breaks to dawn in glory as you smile,
Your palm patting my hair feels like a crown,
Wine poured without your smile could taste like bile;
But wine needs bitter be in loneliness,
Sweet drinks might make strange server sweetish too,
Lest there ensues a show of friendliness
Which renders previous vows of love untrue;
........My love, I from my oath would never shrink,
........Or better be that I of hemlock drink.