Sonnet 24: Love's disease
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My heart has been contract‘d a cureless ail
which split my mind and tore my soul apart.
While one part does in dulce daydreams dwale,
the other suffers from nightmarish smart.
The joyous often wakes in pain, and weeps
for loss of evanescent paradise.
The wretched yet sadistic pleasure reaps,
and fools itself that only pains suffice.
What power will repair my raptured mind
and sew the rips of my tormented soul?
Two potent spells this illness will unbind
from me, return me life’s true joy and dole:
A “Yes” revives my mor’bund corpse; Or “no”
will take my dying breath along with woe.
2017/11/23
