sonnet 252 of 253 to my muse...


Sonnet 22/06/05                           MXIII

I find hope in my dreams, where lessened fear
Allows more than just words. Should I now plead
To know how to be more, to fulfil need
And give your heart's desires? Would chance appear
To offer shoulder, or brush away tear?
Perhaps my longing is only the greed
To want to see your smile: Should passions feed
Upon desire for one I am not near?
Yet, you touch heart: You are reason to dream
And hope, and try to seek for future bliss.
You are truly the one my soul pursues.
How can I longings for my muse redeem,
To show I want to share more than just kiss?
What would be right for one as I to choose?