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Ballad (6)

Muse bids me love, and my hopes leap
To know her wish is such:
Could I this heart from loving keep,
Though lips do not yet touch?

She feeds my dreams with words of care
And image of her eyes.
How can I not my visions share
With one of heart so wise?

All I desire is sight of smile,
To fill my nights alone
With thought of muse to give heart trial
That I might passions own.

I wish her only joy, that she
Obtain her heart's desire.
Yet, might she forgive hopes that we
Would to embrace conspire?

She holds my future: Can I ask
To hold her dreams in mine?
I know to seek for love is task
My heart cannot decline.

My muse provides the core for dream:
A fire within my soul
That forges heart, and makes life seem
A vision now made whole.

26 June 2003