Shakespeare Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan.
    Receiving naught by elements so slow
    But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
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Oh what I would give to be thought--never would there be space between me and the ones I love. I could be there in an instant, or escape in a heartbeat. I would never have to long for you, I could just be there beside you. Rather than spending my time yearning, I could spend it with you in love. Oh to be a thought. Would you think of me?