Sonnet #155 - Much Ado Sweet Benedick, how I long for thee, I am hereby lovesick at Cupid's will. Sitting here, wishing for thy company, Lying to young Hero, that I am quite ill. Lovers before, now the story retold, We argued once, now that may be true, I am here, waiting, as our plot unfolds; A tale of two hearts - that's me, and you too. Thinking of thou, my head is a-aching. Scribbling down pointless words and jottings, As I write this, my hand is sh-sh-shaking, Oh, look now! My page - covered in blottings! A love struck fool? Yes that may be true, Benedick, seignior, how I do love you. N.B. A sonnet is a #poem with fourteen lines - three verses and one rhyming couplet. Shakespeare famously wrote 154 of them (that have been discovered), so I've written his 155th, based on his play, Much Ado About Nothing.