Poetry: Sonnet I (to My Old Flame)

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Sonnet I. 03 March 2005

Though our last meeting did my flame relight,
And seem’d it that thou didst respond in kind,
Yet this bright seeming lessens not my plight,
And still I fear to treat with thee, I find.
In ev’ry word exchanged with cautious care
Methinks I feel the jealous hand of fate:
An I misstep but slight, she will be there
To turn what fondness thou bestow, to hate.
Though thou art eloquent enough to make
Me feel a bumbling fool with clumsy tongue,
This heart of mine command me risk to take,
And write. On this my failing hopes are hung:
That these my humble scrawlings might thee move
To, with new hope, brace my despairing love.

yes, there is a Sonnet II, and even a Sonnet III. They are not ready yet.