Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 To Pass the Time

A lot of time of you to think

Afloat on an iceberg I be,

Shipwrecked and thrown into the drink.

How much time do you think of me?

I know that out of love you fell

With me a long, long time ago.

When home, you made my life a hell,

Driving me back to sea and so

At least in name you'll stay my wife

Till time passes and law has said

Maybe, maybe not I have life,

But I am presumed to be dead.

Beneath me this berg's so cold, true,

But not as frigid, dear, as you.