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Ballad (25)

A cup of tea with muse, a fire
Of scented wood, and time
To whisper dreams that she inspire:
Are such desires crime?

My muse's eyes light up the night,
And dream of her is all
I care about: But is it right
To for such beauty fall?

I long to run fingers through hair
And brush her lips with mine.
I want to show how much I care
And of desires give sign.

I overreach, to seek to touch
This one, who molds my heart.
How can I dare hope to dreams clutch,
And not with my soul part?

But soul is a small price to give
For such as I behold:
How can I let my passions live,
And not in arms enfold?

I dream, but hold only desires;
For this beautiful maid
Who all of dream in me inspires:
My debt cannot be paid.

30 Aug 2003