“Bid me come to thee, my love
For my heart is heavy,
And I have wept.”
- My love
always….
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David Emeron: Sonnets 
So elegant, my beloved.
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They are your words, sweetheart; or at least some you wrote to me long ago.
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I had no idea.
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I still have the letter you wrote so very long ago.
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You asked: What would I do while you journeyed north? I will write to you, my love. I will play with the silence and write to you.
Sometimes I will play your piano and the shakuhachi; sing and ,just maybe, scrub floors, as is my wont.
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