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Sonnet 03/03/03                        DCCXCVI

Beauty is golden, but true heart shines bright
Beyond what eye can bear. You are the sun
Warming my soul: You banish cold and night
From verse with thought I have your sweet smile won.
My heart and arms are open: I would hold
You as my heart's desire. How might I bring
You your own wish? You have not passions told
Save what I can from your sweet verses wring.
Should I try to kiss away tears, with touch
As soft as smile, as gentle as your thought?
Might I turn drop from salt to sweet? How much
Might I offer of what your heart has sought?
What sadness can remain, when you are near?
Hope is too bright: Sorrows may not appear.