Sonnet

In sleepless nights I wish to call
"Wherefore art thou, my lov'd one?"
Like Juliet’s my doubts shall grow
but doubtless yet shall be my love.
The winter ghosts shall follow me
and endless night shall be my rout
cause all the light I give to thee
and thus - my life - if I could.
Oh, my lover, sweet's the pain
that filled my body 'ere I knew.
Take thy love, but let hurt remain
for it is all I've left of you.
And dream the moments we have missed.
I am sending you my last kiss.