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Sonnet 06/05/01                              DXLVII

Though I may dream of you, I cannot say
You send me visions. Image fills my thought,
But I do not know how you feel: I stay
A step farther away than I have sought.
Though I may seek for muse, I cannot know,
Without reply, what I in you have found:
Is it too much to ask, to have you show
Some part of what you feel, to feelings bound?
Though I may beg for words, I cannot ask
What I might wish. How can I see a smile
Over this distance? Would written words mask
The feelings sought, or let heart rest a while?
All I might do will not gain me my goal:
How can I reach your heart, or touch your soul?