Sonnet I - Poem by G. Silver
What sweet motivations move in your mind,
And call you to rest and to sleep - yet dream not?
What god-like demon of fate most divine,
Has changed you in ways we never had thought?
Do you care for me? For I care for you,
I'd offer you starlight and Jove as my proof;
For now, I'd like to pretend that you do,
And with but my heart, I'll will it to truth.
Let them have you, for it won't matter much,
I won't love you any less than before;
Or is faith a daisy? Look - but don't touch,
For touch only leaves one wanting for more.
But soft don't be soon to fast forget me,
Else our fates be twixt indefinately.
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