I have seen those dark eyes reach into my soul
My heart is full of ecstasy; my mind is pale and stunned
With each look and word and breath I am now whole
Yet I fear to utter even one word; if they know I shall be shunned
With thunder and wild winds and bright shining stars
And ravens and lilies and yonder great glittering sea
I have not been entrapped with fetters, nor with bars
You are my saving grace, the one to unlock, the key
And still I wonder if I am wrong; still I fear that all is false
For I have seen what has occurred when one has hope
Yet I know that if anything, those eyes are no farce
Those eyes that strive to kill me with desire shall also make me cope
Now I have no fear; now I dread no evil
Though you are my death, you are still my retrieval.
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Sonnets
PoetryA collection of Shakespearean, Petrarchan, and Spenserian sonnets on various subjects.