Sonnet No. Seven Louise Labe Poem by Tom Billsborough

As long as my eyes can shed their tears
Each passing hour I miss you and your eyes,
And my voice resisting my sobs and my sighs
A little I must try to control my fears:

One sees all creatures that to death must fall
When from the body the Subtle Soul departs.
I am that body, you the better part.
Where are you now, my most beloved Soul?

Oh, do not leave me swooning for so long.
Or saving me by being far too late.
Oh, do not put your body to that fate.
Bring back to me that half so loved and strong.

But, Love, be certain it's not so dangerous
That meeting of desire, so amourous
Let there be no accompanying strictures.

Nothing rigorous again but of a gentle grace
Which softly gives to me your lovely features,
Formerly so cruel, but now a warm embrace.