(after William Shakespeare)
When at night tired I get into my lonely bed
of you I think where you do not this suspect
while back to the past I do journey in my head
view from our last meet each and every aspect
while my thoughts travel to where you do abide
as you are really special and wonderful to me
and this is no dream as my eyes are open wide
in a sweet pilgrimage you do I in my mind see
where this l imagery is in picture perfect sight
where you are present in my mind in full view
and like a big cloak falls over my the dark night
while in this way of thought everything is new
where memories now plays in the mind
and constantly in my thoughts I do you happy find.
[Reference: Sonnet 27 Weary with toil I haste me to my bed" by William Shakespeare.]
© Gert Strydom
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