Perchance I slumber, whilst she watcheth mee;
So deeply do I sleep; nor chance to wake.
Though doth, to touch, she lovingly adore?
Oblivious, I still yet slumber on.
How now, to look upon me whole, doth she?
I sleep; so warm a breath the night wouldst make.
Doth she, my contours, lovingly explore?
So doth my rest, so shan’t I stir thereon.
And doth my love withal abound such glee,
Caresses deeply striven, then partake?
Though all, should I desire to wake, the more,
I barely stir; though should I, whereupon.
But see! my love but breathe my name; forsake
Mine oft adoréd sleep, do I, anon.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Very nice…
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The lady is most kind….
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I strive within my heart and out through my hands
To soft your dreams on their way,
And to soothe your mind
That skips so quickly across the vast star-fields,
Never lighting
Upon any mote that might give pause
To the whirling dance
Of your thoughts that never stop
Even in sleep.
To wake you is temptation
But I never fall prey to simple illusion.
My desires bend all toward
Your peace.
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Oh my!
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Oh my indeed. You took those words right out of my brain.
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Yes mee three.
I think the next, or perhaps the next after this one is a reflection of that sweet reply by Mrs. Emeron. Checking now, I see it is number 12 but from 7 onward the theme is informed by these sweet words.
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The words are lovely. I so enjoy reading posts from both of you. It helps me get my happy on.
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Thank you very much. We are both most pleased that that is the case.
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Super!!
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