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                Sonnet 12/12/73                               III

                The stars, as diamond dust on velvet sky,
                Gems of heaven, which I would like to set
                Within her raven hair, and I would let
                These lesser gems be settings for her eyes.
                And heaven's songs of joy, they are but sighs
                Against the sound, after our lips have met,
                Of her breath; the scent of skin, just slightly wet,
                Makes flowers' perfumes seem on her but lies.


                I cannot write of all my total love
                For only her; the words are never here;
                They do not say the thoughts within my soul.
                There are no words for this, even above.
                I do not despair, I can only fear
                That she will never know what made me whole.