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Sonnet I
For stars never shone so accurately
As the beams of light that you distribute
Though from breath to breath they have predicted
My first and last are to you a tribute
And as Springs fingertips stretch through the rain
The flavours of thy lustrous ways do tempt
The promise of July comes whispering
Bringing two hearts beating but one dream dreamt
And in what direction will the compass
Cast it’s spell or spiraled incantation?
All hours are ours to taste one another,
No sweet fruit can beat imagination
And as the new wine dies upon the vine
Love is ripe on this day of Valentine
