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Sonnet 02/05/03                            DCCCXIII

I feel she is an angel- Muse and friend,
One I hold just in dream, but by whose lines
I remain bound. Perhaps I should dreams end,
And not hope that sweet muse will send heart signs.
I have not earned desires: Why should I think
She has need of my heart? My words are poor
Enchantments: Hers have strength to two souls link.
My dreams just hope that years will youth restore.
I cannot change: The vision that she sends
Wins over sense and reason. She is light,
Upon the dark: Within her smile she lends
New day, to one resigned to endless night.
I prize my muse; her lips, her eyes of fire;
Though mind and soul remain my heart's desire.