So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
The Sonnets Lxxv - So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: alone, away, food, life, peace, world, pleasure, sweet, wealth, clean, Season, treasure, delight, hold, save, strife, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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