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Sonnet 07/08/03                         DCCCXXXVIII

Eyes of muse are radiant: With their light
She chides the moon for its shallow concern.
I beg to see their fire, and hold her tight,
But can I with my words these desires earn?
Her smile invites my longing, and her skin
Calls out to be caressed. She has a face
I dream of seeing wake: How can I win
The chance to dreams with memories replace?
My dreams are of my muse, and of desires
To give some of the joy she's given me
With words and smile. She more than love inspires:
She gives reason that all my words should be.
True beauty need not blush, nor be ashamed:
She is my muse, and has this poet claimed.