Years, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend; <br />I black the night wherein I sleepless toss; <br />I love my griefs yet wish them at an end; <br />Thus time's expense increaseth but my loss. <br />I musing stand and wonder at my love, <br />That in so fair should be a heart of steel; <br />And then I think my fancy to remove, <br />But then more painful I my passions feel; <br />Thus must I love, sweet fair, until I die, <br />And your unkindness doth my love increase. <br />I conquered am, I can it not deny; <br />My life must end, yet shall my love not cease. <br />Then heavens, make Licia fair most kind to me, <br />Or with my life my loss may finished be!<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-32/
