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My dreams of muse are roses, soft,
Sweetly perfumed, to touch
My heart with gentle kisses. Oft
I have in past sought such.

How might I ease the doubts of muse?
What questions do you hold?
How can you my statements refuse
When I would dreams enfold?

My dreams of muse are gems, bright stars
Now captured in your eyes.
There is no flaw that vision mars,
Save that only dream tries.

I have the time to listen, though
All time is not my own:
How can I concern for you show
When dreams remain alone?

I seek desires: To know the dream
That shares your star-filled night.
What hopes will you allow, to seem
To offer vision's sight?

Your smile gives reason to rejoice:
Your words give me desire
To seek for more, but yours is choice
What you of heart inspire.

24 June 2003