"Love Sonnet 17" is a poem about love, so it's not surprising that it talks a lot about closeness, intimacy, and that sort of mushy stuff. In the last stanza of the poem, the speaker even imagines that his own hand is actually his lover’s hand, and that her eyes close on his dreams. It doesn’t get much closer than that folks! This intimacy also seems to lead to a loss of individuality for each of the lovers. Is it worth it?