Sonnet 1

At night I toss and turn insomniac

I lie in bed, I cannot close my eyes.

I know who is to fault, it’s Cupid’s arch,

He throws me arrows but sweet sleep denies.

For eons long my lover lay with me

And in his arms I slept in dreams of bliss.

Now he is gone. Apart we have to be

And I must not forsake his precious kiss.

Research, you genius of this world, go find

Some magic calculation. I suggest

a Teleporting ray or else resigned

I must remain, alone in my unrest.

For I must say, to sleep alone is dread.

Come back to me, my love. Let’s go to bed.