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A picture of you forms the song
That echoes in this heart:
A dream of kiss is far too strong
To from verse keep apart.

Thought of you fills my dreams, and lights
Desires as if 'twere day.
Should I deny my wish, that nights
I could with my muse stay?

You give vision to heart, to know
The reasons for desire.
How can words ever feelings show,
When muse is dream, entire?

In you, I find all I now seek,
A muse of quiet strength;
True beauty, and sweet eyes that speak
To lonely soul at length.

All you might ask of me, I'd give
With joy, at thought of smile:
In truth, I find reason to live,
That words hold you a while.

I hold you in my dreams, and feel
Softness of skin, and lips.
But I know that dreams are not real:
The hope for dream now slips.

16 Aug 2003