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Sonnet 21/05/03                         DCCCXXI

What can I teach the one who teaches heart?
Only the pleasure that her pleasure brings.
I give my love, and offer all my art
That she might be the one of whom sigh sings.
How can I hold my muse throughout the night:
To protect her from cold, and thought of pain?
My arms would keep her near, yet remain light
Upon her, that I might my dreams obtain.
What can I give, when my own soul is hers?
Might she accept all I would hope to give?
Have I earned even smile, with my murmurs
Of dream, when I ask that this dream might live?
My muse knows all, and shares her wisdom of
What she causes in dream: Desire, and love.