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Sonnet to My Love
 
No sounding brass nor clanging cymbal I,
for love has cast its music on my ear.
In dappled light where crocus seeks the sun,
I walk, content, with he I hold so dear.

To see his smile, which sunlight emulates,
to hear his voice speak only love to me,
to touch his dear strong face with both my hands,
committing it into my memory,

to taste his kisses sweet, against my lips;
of these I dream...now knowing him so well,
that tang of lime and ginger his perfume
and yet, it is his heart for which I fell.

I'll keep his image constantly in mind,
for love has our immortal souls combined.

By cherryk

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