Love's Lost Fools

Did you realise that Dylan's 'Tangled Up In Blue' is made up of sonnets?

I search and search beyond time do I search,
Love's old song leads me dancing down the road.
In days gone would I not have bore the hurt
But now St Christoph share my heavy load.

'Neath star and moon, the ocean's very soul,
Whose beauty is so tangled deep, and dark,
I search ever watchful for the fool's gold
That will unlock the chambers of your heart.

But look now! Where in sunlit day you lie,
Yourself wounded by love of another
Whose bohemian songs caught you i'the night:

He is gone and head deep in scented fur
Your eyes, green pools of reflecting mirrors,
Pour fourth soulful, pearl dropped, golden tears.