For the One that Got Away - Sonnet 57

There is not anything that I could add

To your life, or subtract that you would deem

Me less than what I am; so I would seem

Quite lovesick for a heart I never had,

And homesick for the hearth inside your arms,

If I would dwell upon the pouring rain

Cascading down my wooden windowpane

And sever my misgivings from alarms;

But this is not the case: for when your face

Comes back to me within the wee small hours,

I find my heart at ease, as are the flowers

There laden in the field; so time and place

Remains unchanged. With what our days would bring,

I then suppose we would not change a thing.