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Sonnet 20/03/04                     DCCCXCIV

How can I think to hold my muse, when all
I have to offer are soft words? I know
She does not need my dreams, but tears would fall
To not tell of desire, and caring show.
How can I hope to see her smile, when eyes
Remain just distant stars? I cannot reach
To touch her lips, but heart dare not realize
That she does not sit near, to passions teach.
How can I dream of voice I've never heard,
Or fashion futures from her smile? She gives
Her lines of verse, but I need not a word
To form a vision that some of hope lives.
How can I not offer soul to my muse
Who gives heart chance to past depression lose?