Can you believe we've reached 30! Today, instead of Shakespeare, I'll share one I wrote when doing The Winter's Tale:
Hermione to Leontes; Separated from her Love
in Body, but not in Heart. A Sonnet.
Like as the wanton wind my thoughts caress you
And brush the golden locks from your dear face;
My airy arms wrap 'round you to arrest you
In this, my heart's imaginary place.
Busied with other matters, you may feel
A sudden, gentle warmth upon the air —
'Tis my embrace invisible, yet real,
As if my heart in truth were with you there.
And if you then think tenderly of me,
Your heart, in turn, transported will be too;
I, far away, will know you long for me
As I, beloved, ever yearn for you.
And then, though miles us cruelly do part,
We'll one remain, thus sharing of one heart.