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Sonnet 04/12/02                                 DCCLXVIII

Shall I weave words around my muse, to knit
A dream, on chill and windy afternoon?
Thought of your eyes warms heart, yet do hopes fit
To your desires, that I should seek you soon?
Can I find phrase to fold you in my lines,
And wrap my hopes about us, as if down?
How can I share your dreams, when past defines
Each image? How am I to banish frown?
Can my verse offer passion's heat, to hold
You in warm arms, near to my heart, and seal
Some part of soul as token of hopes told?
Might I ask if you would wish my dreams real?
The miles too far to reach, yet my desire
Finds you within my heart, and dreams, entire.