Shakespeare // Sonnet 75
I need You the way living things need food or the grass needs rain, and to attain the peace that only You can give me, I fight with myself the way a miser struggles with his wealth. One moment he enjoys his wealth proudly, and the next he’s worried that someone from these thieving times will steal his treasure. One moment I think it’s best to be alone with You, but then I think it would be better if the rest of the world could see my pleasure. At times I feel over-satisfied from looking at You excessively, but a little later I’m starving to get a look at You. I can’t experience or pursue any enjoyment except what You can give me or I can take from You. That’s why I suffer and feel hungry day after day, because I either get too much of You or none at all.
