~DREAMS~
dreams sparked from memories
moments of time long passed
treasures of the heart
a spell soon cast
pieces of my soul
subtle hints of love
droplets of tenderness
falling from above
friendship given freely
new memories to create
time spent together
who knew we'd meet this fate
--WestWynd--
Sonnets
Being your slave, what should
I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught,
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
That god forbid that made me
first your slave
I should in thought control your times of
pleasure,
Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And, patience-tame to sufferance, bide each
check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
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