Peter S. Quinn
Sonnet 92, Let Me Dream - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Let me dream away my heart, oh my heart,
For I know I love too much and burn thus up;
All my days, filled with love that can't depart,
I must thus this sweetness drink from my fate's cup.
For I know no way to stop or give aside,
This pleasure, that is from my soul and burns;
And thus my feelings to and fro thus glide,
Like a merry-go round it forever turns.
Love is like day and night, in contrasts ways,
Each my feeling arouses another flame;
Thus is my life, a war between two plays,
Though I change moods, this world stays all the same.
So let me dream, for I may be just on:
A dream of dreams, that into a dream is gone.
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