To me, seeing thee pays me peace indeed,
The greatest pleasures pour, and comforts come
When thy sweetest smiles do mine eye sight feed.
I'm like a sunflower, thou, a sun, and from
Thy shines I gain my gains. But when the sun
Shows not a cheerful cheek, the flower'll wilt.
When thou feelst pain, I feel my soft tears run,
Inside thy heart, aface my face, no guilt.
Thy blissful face shows pale; it hurts me and
I've no ability to stand to see.
Please let me share they hurts and hold thy hand;
Thy littlest pains pain me more than thee.
To see thee prone with pain doth my heart pierce,
My cares then soften into silent tears.
Reason for writing:
This is one of the sonnets I wrote for my sweet zaza. Wrote this one when she was sick.
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