sonnet I think of you

I think of you too much I miss out sleep
For glimpse of you I yearn at looking glass
As you lie on sheets on our bed of brass
And your large brown eyes blink back blank a peep
Id gawk at you hours yet in charm Im cheap
Id overstay a welcome wilful ass
Id muse on auburn locks how they amass
On such fine shoulders quite a tousled heap
Now you guess my good heart epitome
As you demolish barriers brick by brick
Is such infatuation catastrophe?
Do humble hearts altruistically pick?
My heart dams you up in dreams unbroken
My head wonders whether it has woken
Chorus unbroken pristine seamless