Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Painful

I deem you such a work of art.

I'm mistress to your masterpiece.

My love for you does fill my heart.

My yearn for you does never cease.

My feelings for you I reveal,

In hope that you feel the same way.

But clues about how you do feel,

In front of me, you do display.

And what I sense does make me sad,

Which I tell you, then you tell me,

I want too much, this makes me mad

That I to you, a pain does be.

Fire in my heart for you I yearn,

Causing me such case of heartburn.