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                Sonnet 16/12/73                                VI

                I can't imagine life without her love;
                Myself alone, sitting alone, hopeless.
                My love is here, but many parts thereof
                Are weakened, linked to her, not here, no less.
                I can't imagine life without her smile,
                Never again to see her angelic face.
                There is no beauty left to this world, while
                Here alone I sit, as if in disgrace.
                I can't imagine life without her thoughts
                To bring me back, out of the black-souled pit:
                That all is vanity and comes to naught
                Would I believe, without our thoughts to knit.
                My life means nothing without her love to share.
                Where can I find her? Where can she be? Where?