sonnet 92 of 210 to my muse...



Sonnet 17/08/03                         DCCCXL

I seek no power over muse, but care
About how she might feel: I value thought
Of smile, and laughter in her eyes. I'd spare
Her from tears, had I wish: But wish is naught.
I seek to touch my muse's heart, with lines
That offer dreams, and show what hopes have wrought.
She is what I desire: Distance confines
Actions, but not my dreams. But dreams are naught.
I seek all of my muse, to share her soul
And reach her heart. She has my own soul caught:
It is the thought of her that dreams control,
The hope I might muse hold. But hope is naught.
I have nothing but wish, and dreams, and hope:
How can I think I might alter fate's scope?