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Sonnet 02/03/03                        DCCXCV

Dear one, your words reach into heart, and pull
Upon dreams and my soul. You are the spring.
Letting hope grow: I find my thoughts are full
Of future, and the warmth of heart you bring.
How can I not desire you, when you send
Visions of caring and concern? You show
What I now seek: That my dreams need not end.
How can I not let you my feelings know?
Do you know what you give, when you share smile,
To one in winter's grasp? Nymph, dryad, muse,
You alter, with your words, the season, while
Past chill of heart departs, and dreams lose blues.
You are one I could love until I die:
With just one word, you can future imply.