To sit with thee and talk with thee again,
Delight in thy reflections sweetly then,
To kiss thine understanding lips once more…
And every moment’s poetry explore;
To dwell once more and wander so in love,
To hold thy hand and prize all price above,
That sweetest and that wisest I adore…
And stay with mee forever would implore.
O sweetest and my brightest and my dearest
I, would spend one fleeting day a year,
So gladly this but touch thy fingertips…
And will thy hand to mine, that nary slips.
And should I pray that soon will come the day…?
What could eclipse the heaven of thy lips?
David Emeron: Sonnets 
You make it sound so effortless.
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It is not so, however. Still I can see how this one might truly be sung, as in your dream below.
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Last night I dreamt that we were in the Little Europe coffee house and you were playing your harp and singing this.
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What a lovely dream. I am sorry sometimes that neither my singing voice nor my harp-strings get much attention these days.
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