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Sonnet 02/08/03                         DCCCXXXVI

I would not want my muse to fade away
To ghost of my desires: She is the light
That brings all of my dreams and hopes to day.
I wish only that arms could hold her tight.
I would send amber, green to match her eyes,
Or emeralds, had I means. But I can give
Only my love, and this: Just poem, that tries
To find a way to let my own dreams live.
I would roses now send, but thought of thorn
Seems out of place: Dreams only pleasures bring.
What might I find, when thought of her has borne
More joy than that which they say angels sing?
A kiss for muse, to show her that I care:
A gift of heart, all the love I now dare.