Sonnet XIII

What loss I feel that slow beats through my veins
And rends my heart with every pulse of life.
The joy which held the crown no longer reigns,
Your soft and tender lips no more my fief.

I touch your cheek where once I touched your heart,
And as you fall away from my embrace
I break, surrender up my every part
To do as you command me in your grace.

To sit once more against the arms I miss,
Entangled in the life of one I love:
No sacrifice can be to great for this.
I've pledged my life to thee, by all above.

	'Tis true but sad these things have come to pass:
	But still I miss our love, friendship, and past.