Am I the only one who is lonely for Miho? *sniff*

'Lonely for Miho' Sonnet after Sonnet 147

I've got Miho fever: my temple throbs
And twitches at the mem'ry of her eyes,
Which all my nights of healthful sleep still robs,
And before which my will, outwitted, dies.
I search in vain amongst those dark-haired heads --
Those shapely jet-hued eyes -- that nightly throng
And for the Ginza's streets forsake their beds,
Seeking drink, and pleasant company, and song.
But through this tide of joy, I, joyless, go
Alone, from street to street and bar to bar
Whilst seeking She Who Must Be Sought, although
Mine sad efforts have borne no fruit thus far.
Yet I search on. I spend dull days in dives
Until She, sweet black-beribbon'd Night, arrives.

(craven apologies to William Shakespeare)

Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

[ December 17, 2001: Message edited by: smurd ]

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