So I will take steps to correct things.


btw,

Sonnet 43 of 68 to Kelly


Sonnet 25/12/00                        DXIX

My muse weaves webs to capture soul, of love
For its power to hold, and of moonlight,
To tangle dreams that seem to fly above
Control of heart. She sits up late at night
And forms her magic. How could heart escape
From such sweet capture? How can mortal stand
Against hope of heart's desire? Her hands shape
Spells that ask for naught, yet my thoughts demand.
My dreams are moths, attracted to her flame,
Though they cannot survive. I am now caught
Between fear and desire: My heart would name
Her muse, but can she be one dreams have sought?
I find I love her now, for being muse:
Yet her spells still my heart and dreams confuse.