Sonnet 14/02/04                            DCCCLXXVIII

I build my muse a castle, stone by stone,
Each line another facet of desire.
Yet words are monument to dream alone:
The thought of her smile all of hopes inspire.
I send my muse my hopes, to share a night
That moon and muse illuminate, or win
A kiss and smile: She is enough of light
To bring dawn to my heart, and spring begin.
I offer muse my heart, but know I give
Nothing she does not have. What can I share
To winter's chill remove? Should I dreams live,
To try to show my muse how much I care?
She is my truth, my light: What can I say
To tell how she remains in mind, today?