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Another sonnet…


Sonnet 13/03/06                                     MXLIX

I cannot sleep, for fear that I might dream
About a muse beyond all reach: I weep,
To know no hope I might past hopes redeem.
How can I even echo of dream keep?
I cannot stop thinking about her: She
Remains focus, unseen, of my desires.
My dreams are blind, without her: Heart can see
No hope nor dream without light muse inspires.
I cannot reach my arms to her, to hold
The one who holds my heart. For all I long
To longing hide, arms still ache to enfold.
Must I think that to find this muse was wrong?
I cannot forget, nor not care about
My muse: Yet, heart must this muse live without.