Sonnet 10 Poem by John Florio

What's living without you, oh companion,
It envenoms me more than a scorpion;
I soothe myself in different ways everyday,
Yet I haven't overcome this dismay.
In flowers, in buds, in the streets of love,
On the earth, and in the heaven above;
Without you there is nothing everywhere!
In crowds of solitude, my life is bare.

Nights are ascetics, and days are vagabonds,
Life is robbed that my soul responds;
In every heartbeat is thirst for your presence,
And in my breathes, is your fragrance.
In the madness of this crazed heart, I've lost,
My own warmth, and am covered with frost.