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Ballad (39)

Far more than questions fill my mind,
When with my muse I speak:
To her sweet charms I am not blind:
Only resolve is weak.

How can I tell her all I seek,
When she is beyond touch?
How can I heart's desires speak,
Without saying too much?

Perhaps I care too much, to think
I might her tears remove.
Yet am I fool, to our dreams link
That she might hopes approve?

I do not want to make concern
An act in verse's play:
I need to show that I would earn
All of love, and friend stay.

Yet, can I be more than a fool,
To ask without the chance
To know if she might think me cruel
To try to win romance?

I cannot help but feel desire
Though cannot taste her lips.
Her words, and dreams burn soul like fire,
And passion my heart strips.

03 Nov 2004