So are you to my thoughts as food to life...
Sonnet 75So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found; Now proud as an enjoyer and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure, Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure; Sometime all full with feasting on your sight And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight, Save what is had or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. |
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Thoughts of you are as important to me as rain is to the earth. I’m as niggardly of them as a miser is of his money: proud of it one moment and jealously suspicious of it the next. Sometimes I reckon my best bet is to hog your company to myself, all alone – sometime I want to let everyone see what a wonderful lover I have. Sometimes I stare at you until I’m feasted at the sight,
and sometimes I’m parched of even a glimpse. There’s nothing pleasing except what originates in you.
This is how I either starve or pig out, either feasting on you, of getting none at all.
and sometimes I’m parched of even a glimpse. There’s nothing pleasing except what originates in you.
This is how I either starve or pig out, either feasting on you, of getting none at all.