My Love is As a Fever Longing Sonnet

 My Love Is As A Fever Longing Still 

My love is as a fever longing still , 

For that which longer nurseth the disease , 

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill , 

Th ' uncertain sickly appetite to please : 

My reason the physician to my love , 

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept 

Hath left me , and I desperate now approve , 

Desire is death , which physic did except .

 Past cure I am , now reason is past care , 

And frantic - mad with evermore unrest , 

My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are , 

At random from the truth vainly expressed . 

For I have sworn thee fair , and thought thee bright , 

Who art as black as hell , as dark as night .