Sonnet 07/10/18 MCLXXIX The time I spend with muse is priceless, filled With chance to see smile, and look into eyes That I wish held my future. This time flies, Seeming seconds as evening passes. How Might I make moments days? Would she allow Long conversation about her desires? To know dreams: I might find hope that inspires Work worthy of this muse, if Heaven willed. May the words of my verse, and dreams in heart Be acceptable to you, my muse and Inspiration: Forgive me my longing, And share your time with one who dare not start Alone on path to hope. Might muse let stand Desire, and give chance of dream prolonging?
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