| SONNET 147 | PARAPHRASE | |
| My love is as a fever, longing still | My love is like a fever, still longing | |
| For that which longer nurseth the disease, | For that which feeds the disease, | |
| Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, | Feeding on that which prolongs the illness, | |
| The uncertain sickly appetite to please. | All to please the unhealthy desires of the body. | |
| My reason, the physician to my love, | My reason, love's doctor, | |
| Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, | Angry that I do not follow his directions, | |
| Hath left me, and I desperate now approve | Has left me, and desperate I find that | |
| Desire is death, which physic did except. | Desire leads to death, which physic (reason) will not allow. | |
| Past cure I am, now reason is past care, | Now reason is past caring, now I am past cure, | |
| And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; | And I am frantic with continual unrest. | |
| My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, | My thoughts and my words are like a madman's, | |
| At random from the truth vainly express'd; | Lies foolishly uttered; | |
| For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, | For I thought you were moral and bright (shining as a star), | |
| Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. | But you really are black as hell and dark as night. |
There…now that I classed the place up a little with some Shakespeare and the paraphrase of Sonnet 147, my public service is now done and we'll move on to more pressing matters.
My sweetie is sick.
Not lovesick.
Or sick of me.
Like pukey tummy sick.
And I hate that I can't be there to baby take care of him.
But kind of glad too.
Because if he "harfs"…
Well…
I'll "harf" too.
Just sayin'.
But my intentions are good, so that counts.
Right?
♥love you Tripp….feel better!♥
That most certainly counts baby! You made me feel better all day. Well when I was awake, which wasn't very often. The first thing that I would do is check my phone. Jane sent me feel better emails throughout the day and some had me laughing even though it hurt to laugh. I guess I had a few typos in my emails back to her, but my eyes were barely open - LOL. Thanks baby! I feel much better today. And I love you so very much! And I most definitely appreciate you!
ReplyDeleteAnd to continue the classy streak here, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
Why does this make me think, "how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?"
ReplyDeleteAnd then why does my silly brain then turn to thoughts of you after thinking about licking a tootsie pop?
Hmmmm....
And why am I aching right now for a totally different reason than last week when I was sick?
ReplyDeleteAnd picturing you in a certain blue dress that just drives me out of my mind;-)
And thinking how I know the next time that I see you you will have to remind me that we're in public - LOL. And not caring one bit if you're "forgetful". Maybe dying from our chat yesterday regarding our next ihop breakfast!
Did I mention how distracted I was during my meeting - LOL?
Love you♥