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My everything is nothing to myself;
Your nothing is all I can ever feel.
To observe your whole self upon my shelf,
I live for thee though I surely unreal.
Your world, it beckons! A pantomime true.
Pain, toil, abuse, lackluster suits of old,
The pitfall, as thou describes, was due.
A trap too soon, in which I will soon fold.
...Yet again, a miracle, yourself is.
That smile, that walk, that yearning which you talk.
Lift your heart up proud, you wond'rous miss,
Nothing you do can change how I still walk.
As my heart is now what it should not be,
Fallen in love with a fair maiden, thee.
Your nothing is all I can ever feel.
To observe your whole self upon my shelf,
I live for thee though I surely unreal.
Your world, it beckons! A pantomime true.
Pain, toil, abuse, lackluster suits of old,
The pitfall, as thou describes, was due.
A trap too soon, in which I will soon fold.
...Yet again, a miracle, yourself is.
That smile, that walk, that yearning which you talk.
Lift your heart up proud, you wond'rous miss,
Nothing you do can change how I still walk.
As my heart is now what it should not be,
Fallen in love with a fair maiden, thee.
I can't tell you what this means, but somehow it feels like more than just a class assignment to me. More than just a "Shakespearean Sonnet". Oh, well. The answer may be revealed to me later.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.
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