Another sonnet

Not sure where this one comes from. ;)

Mine eyes knew not the colours of the spring
for winter's soulless clouds enslaved my sight.
My heart knew not the warmth that thou couldst bring
to draw me home from bitter, prowling night.
Oh, can it be that I didst drink life's cream
and taste the pleasures of thy touch so sweet?
'Twas like fulfilment of my deepest dream
to share thy bed, e'en only at thy feet.
These eyes, now opened to such light as this,
no longer crave the kinship of the gloom
except to mute the memories of lost bliss
that threaten all my moments to consume.
  Still I beseech the gods above that thou
  wouldst heed once more my piteous meow.