Quatrains

I know the reason I can't sleep at night,
I know why everything is in a haze;
I know why all my thoughts are wound so tight,
I know what puts me into such a daze:
It is not lack of sleep - that's an effect;
It is not work, for that is well in hand;
It is not illness, that common suspect;
It is not what I ate. I will expand:
My nights are sleepless worrying for you
If you are happy, and if not why not;
My days are hazy thinking what to do
To make you happy; I can never blot
Your image from my mind. I study it
And in that study, I spend all my wit.