Fourth in a series of sonnets written for Juliet. This one was taken on our 41st anniversary, exactly one month before she died. While Juliet was delighted to find that she now fit into a negligée that she hadn't worn since the early eigties, and was delighted to model it for "her man" on our anniversary, the "dragged me off to bed" bit was largely only in our mutual thoughts - her energy got as far as a cuddle, and five months on her ribs were still healing. But her spirit was always willing!

English sonnets linked through the couplet, this one rhymed ABBA. Quatrains in iambic pentameter, couplets in iambic hexameter.