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Gentle to Steel
I don't
want to dream
they'd be too soft
and gentle, so
gently they'd steel
the softness of love,
then steel back to gentleness
so gravely agonizing
this gravel of reality:
I can't hold you (right now)—
I Dream This Fantasy to Love (Sonnet)
I sang to you in my dreams warming notes
meant to flatter and melt you into my arms
preserved by this optimum of us,
arm-in-arm, side-by-side;
me with you.
This poetry well-wrote
crediting fantasies upon these aspirations
in debt and bearing an obligation
I don't fret, or shall let you down
airing the writings upon the page, aloft
The poems of the soul is a key of the universal cast
unlocking the secrets of the heart's loving vat
In plenty sympathies off in dreams I dream in of—
The motif behind the art of literature's consciousness:
Love
Is a debt that shall be paid in love—
definitely, to love or to not love
the volumes of poetry she has me seeing:
Conscious.
I'd guard her with my life and well-being!
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