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Intro: Thief
More spring than winter
Because it is next of love,
More than first of year.
Every day takes me
In, and out, of everything.
I never doubt it.
And brings a lot more
Than it takes away from me.
It leaves me with love.
Except at the last.
One day, it will either give–
Or take everything.
Intro 5: Nurture
I
love everything
about it, exept
for they who would destroy
it or they who first would make it mad.
Sonnet: Perhaps
There was a time when you and I were just
As now, but happy still. So long withdrawn
And faded with our will, the time has gone.
It’s passed us altogether now; the best
Of love and hate has gone, yet can be pressed
In pages past, as likeness penned or drawn.
If we begin a love again thereon
We might continue still, but would attest
A pain as well, which sadly we have known,
That delves within, and minds and hearts perceive
Inside our wiser selves. Perhaps, above
All else, it would be best to leave alone…
Perhaps it would be best for us to leave…
For us to leave alone our smiling love….
Intro: Here All Along
I looked down for this
And this I found, waiting here,
Ready for your tears.
Sonnet: Definite
Before me stood an apparition, still,
A spectre stood, I thought, before me; there,
Upon my garden trestle, stealthy came;
When first, I looked upon a pensive stare.
Regarding me, this silent wraith; her chill,
Unearthly gaze–or were it baneful gleam–
At first so menacing, then slyly tame,
Unfathomably deep, her eyes did seem.
Then spake she once, not whispering nor shrill
yet understood I not what hath she said.
Though close regarded what she would exclaim
My pounding heart were all I heard instead.
Yet now I will–when thrill to hear thy voice–
Rejoice–and shame–the lateness of my choice.
Intro: If I Should Hide
Regarding my confusing paradox,
The little girl who liveth down the lane,
Hath preordained imprisoning my heart.
David Emeron: Sonnets 