sonnet

i've been reading many sonnets for english literature in college, so here's one i wrote myself in that sort of shakespearean style

sonnet for sleep

when betwixt the twighlight light

upon pillow doth thine sweet head find

and steal slumber from skies sun bright

which modern age hath much maligned

and if thy thoughts twist and turn t'dreams

I fruitlessly ask to think of naught but me

in failure still your beauty redeems

mine eyes hold vision shape aphrodite

so you do not stir, awhile I contemplate

thy waist, thy breast, thy eyes, thy face

for circle dawning moment of eyes i await

a moment more cannot I without embrace

but fret not that the end of your sleep is nigh

for there is no better waking than with you and I