Beware; for an I hold the close again,
I shan’t be so inclined to let thee go.
The joy’s so great in finding thee; and so
This pain of parting doth not kindly wane.
When last I held thee, scarce could I contain
This joy in thee, and painful afterglow
Whose sting I could not, nor would I, forego;
Nor, fearing this, would I, my love restrain.
I die a thousand deaths when thou art gone.
Yet never would I sacrifice this time
When I am once again alive in thee.
I live a thousand lives, sweet paragon,
In every second’s sweet eternity,
In every moment’s perfect paradigm.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
My tears doth call this perfection…
This (as will post over the subsequent days, albeit out-of-order) comprises one of a sequence of eleven sonnets I wrote long ago to my dearest. In some ways they might appear different than some you have here seen; They may appear out of order because those of which I had copies may have already been posted; however now the sequence is once again united and is so numbered.
I have (largely) resisted the temptation to meddle with these youthful offerings save for correcting a few minor spelling errors and, in one case only, providing the word I so vividly remember having desperately, but unsuccessfully, sought. This was the very least I could bid myself do for so poor and so lovesick a boy!
Awww… how sweet and during the right time of year when Valentine’s Day so near.
Ha! You are correct!! I had forgotten completely about Valentines day!!! What synchronicity!!!!
Hah! What luck!!
I am glad you are revisiting these writings of your youth. I think of some lines in one of Louisa May Alcott’s books, and I am paraphrasing of course….when my love for him was at its newest, purest, and most intense…
I remember that line, I believe. My Sweetest read me some of her books. And some… I have seen dramatised.
From Little Women, when Jo was speaking to her sister Amy about a love in her past who now loves Amy – assuring her sister she had only loved Laurie as a brother and still did, especially when they were both younger and his passionate crush for Jo was new and intense. For a woman who never married and lived mainly through her books, she nailed that line about that youth’s first love.
I hope I might coax my Sweetheart to here comment; she knows this author so much better than do I.