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Sonnet 18/02/03                        DCCLXXXVIII

I wish I held you now, in arms so tired
Of snow and chill: Thought of you warms my heart,
And brings hope to my dreams. You are desired,
More than words tell, to of future be part.
Sweet one, you wake the spring: You offer sun
To show me my desire. Might I ask how
I can watch your smile blossom? Have dreams won
The chance to let all my hopes heart endow?
Dear dryad, dreams of your smile seasons change:
This winter shall not last. You are the rose,
Waiting its time. I hope life might arrange
That I may kiss you, and show how love grows.
Vision sees white, but my heart seems to know
Future brings season that all colors show.