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Sonnet 06/06/02                               DCC

My forest muse, you fill my thoughts with life.
Awakening desires, giving me cause
To dream. Yet, I cannot my passions pause:
My hopes run wild, thoughts are with desires rife.
Your lips draw me, like petals: Would I find
Nectar upon your kiss? How can I trace
Visage, when you remain too far to place
My fingers on your cheek, to my soul bind?
How can I look within your eyes and seek
Desires from such a distance? Shall I ask
To visit, or would passions searches mask?
How can I, when my desire makes will weak?
I long to hold you in arms, to prove real
My desires and dreams, and hope in heart seal.