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Sonnet 19/08/03                         DCCCXLI

I cannot muse refuse, nor love deny
For one I do not hold. She is the source
Of light within my dreams. Is it remorse
To weep for my desire, or for hopes cry?
I can but feelings write, and beg reply,
That she might tell what she would let me seek.
What dare I say? I can only dreams speak,
And hope she will be kind, and let heart try.

She is an angel, all that vision needs
To bring heaven to heart. Verse feathers wings,
    And light of halo reflects from her eyes.
She is wild rose, soft to the touch. Heart pleads
For chance to be as dew, and kiss: Hope sings
    Desires, to hold my muse, and be made wise.