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Sonnet #12 The gift of Love Before her I was wont to merely be; Then she unlocked the joy that was life. She loosed my eyes for good-in-man to see; And traded me a calmness for my strife. I hope to never waken from the dream That fixed her first and ever in my heart. My starving id grows exponentially; Each dawning hosts a new, delicious start. The surface of our future barely marked; With hope that 'then' be fruitful as the 'now'. Naught of this earth will hide or quell the spark; Or pluck our union from its lofty bough. So distant now, from pit - to that above; Since Love arrived, and taught me how to love. |
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