Renaissance sonnet analysis (excerpt)

"...Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beateous and her old face new..."

W. Shakespeare - sonnet 27 

I wrote this analysis on my dearest professor's lecture:

In the dark room, where all I can see is darkness, I cannot sleep. When I close my eyes, I see my soul. The shadows are shaped like you, and I cannot move my gaze. I do not know if they are real, if you are really here, or are they ghosts, or are they just vivid tricks of my mind, but I will always look at you.

I am tired. I am supposed to sleep, but I cannot stop thinking about you. Even in my weary mind, you shine like a jewel under the moonlight; sharp, colourful, percise, perfect. But, my perfect imagination is not as perfect as you really are. Every night when I see you, it feels like the first time. Every night I fall in love with you

I'm not a writer, I don't usually like to read, nor is English my mother tongue, but this sonnet really made me feel something, as well as a couple more sonnets by Shakespeare.

I'll probably share a couple more analysis from the renaissance course