Sonnet 155

When incomplete in aspects of my life
I isolate and through my thoughts, I browse
And to my grim dismay, comes boundless strife
Assailing drops of rain from darkened clouds
Beholding all the greatest men I see
Such gifts are given at their first of breath
Oh how they tame my wildest dreams to be
Each time they use their talents without death
Afflicting pain to much extent unknown
I pray to Heaven for enhancèd bent
Though in retort, my wishes granted none
Your presence here enough to me they sent
Although the tears I shed affect me blue
All grief is gone when my mind thinks of you