Sonnet # 17 by Luis A. Estable

I think of you whe looking back with ease
At those nights of my thoughts all over you.
Your face would tease my heart; your breath was breeze
To come to give me air, my friend, anew.
And guess, dear Grogg, what happens in my brian;
I glady thank your your eye`s no flesh desire.
If I had been you love-vision, and sure rain,
My soul`s too small for such immense tall fire.
Yes, sweet`s the smell of roses when once known!
I came to know my liking for your face,
But as to you, you`ve never to me flown.
I do think it not bad; kiss it with grace.
Perhaps it`s good I wanted you so much.
I knew of dreams that move the heart so such.

End of the poem

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