"How many sonnets does it take?"

"To do what?"

(Okay....picture Snoopy in the Peanuts comic circa the late 60s. Clad in a WWI flyer's helmet and silk scarf, he sits morosely at an imaginary table in an imaginary French Cafe somewhere within a few miles of the front lines. He is on leave and getting drunk. Glowering over his foaming root beer stein he says to himself...)

"How many root beers does it take? How many root beers does it take to kill the pain? To make the mud and the fear and the blood and the suffering go away? Will this dreadful war never end? Will I ever see my beloved again and hold her in my arms? And will I finally get my revenge on the accursed Red Baron? How many root beers does it take!!???"

Sort of like that. ;-) I see your sonnets as a lengthy campaign against tremendous odds, rather akin to fighting a war that never ends against a foe that can never be vanquished. In your case the foe is romantic loneliness.

And that is why I ask you, "How many sonnets does it take?"