When I lay and think

When I lay and think, in my bed at night, the day you’ll arrive, seems nowhere in sight. I toss and I turn, dreaming of you, opening my eye’s… checking if my dream came true. It didn’t, again, and a tear starts to roll, weeping quietly… my pillow I hold.

William Shakespeare 12

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which […]