Sonnet 2

If the thought of you away makes me grieve
And the void in your absence gives me pain
Give up a smile that will with me remain
And serve as my comforter after you leave
Help me to knit back up my raveled sleave
Clean up the place in my life that you stain
Mend the wound caused by indiff’rent disdain
And from my daily tortures give reprieve.
You reach into my most secret places
Make my chapel a place for you to play
No more sanctuary wherein I stay
You take my corruption; leave no traces
No love I have given has been wasted
And some sweet redemption I have tasted.