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Sonnet 01/11/02 Alexandrines to My Dryad DCCLXII

How shall I tell you of the power that smile shows?
I would take all the colors from the stars, and leaves,
And seal them in my verse, to give you when it snows,
And still not have palette to paint what heart receives.
Should you now dance with moon shadows, what would you find?
What would you see, within the mirror of your thought,
That I might hope to have heart understand your mind?
How will I know if I offer what you have sought?
Kisses are petals from rose, soft, fleeting and sweet,
But more than brush of lips. I dream that I might reach
To soul, and find a heart that makes my own complete:
How shall I my own soul of forest muse beseech?
Should I ask if you might my soul to heart embrace?
Will you be more than muse, to more than my dreams grace?