Sonnet 118 of 218 to my muse...


Sonnet 18/12/03                        DCCCLXVIII

Rebecca, muse, I give my love, to lift
The corners of your lips. You need not fear
That I would think to send uncalled-for gift:
I must trust words to make my longings clear.
Sweet dryad, you need only give what time
You have to spare: I know how few the hours
That you may call your own. But, should my rhyme
Not give you smile, perhaps I will send flowers.
Dear one, all I need is to know you spend
Some effort on yourself: You deserve more
Than unreturned concern. Should all depend
Upon your sacrifice to troubles cure?
You are within my dreams forever: All
I send cannot more than these dreams recall.