Sonnet No 4
How sweet a dream, how sweet our hour,
When in the night I found,
From worries, thoughts unbound,
My love for you inside a flower.
My nights ablaze, my mornings sour,
For you and I resound,
Sweet lovely dreams profound,
And make alive each dreaming hour.
I loathe each cheery morning light beam,
As it pulls me out of lovely dream,
And with caress delight devours.
To seek caffeine means to deceive,
And solely breathing to believe,
That you'll come by in dreaming hours.
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