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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 4. inwards
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Sonnet No. 7
The rain hits the windshield and upward streaks –
While the miles stream by, you are on my mind,
And the hollow loneliness in me speaks
Of the words of yours that are less than kind.
Why talk of these things that are hard for me –
Of a future you may have beyond my sight,
Of a poor deceived wife and family,
When both you and I know it won't be right.
The little drops are like stars, or like tears,
And form a slow-motion constellation
That glows briefly before it disappears,
Taking with it all hope of salvation.
Say you'll wipe those words away like the rain,
And condemn none of us to lasting pain.
Sonnet No. 8
I kneel on the chair you are sitting at,
And though the miles that split us are many,
Real is the head I now tilt as we chat,
And strong is the kiss we share as any.
It seems you are reading my thoughts; and more –
You reread and interpret them well,
So my wants and feelings you don't ignore,
And 'my magic' takes you in like a spell.
Enchanted that you just want me happy,
I think myself unable to resist,
And although I know it may sound sappy,
Just tell me what greater love can exist?
No matter the miles; no matter the words,
Real are the bonds that link us as one inwards.
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