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Sonnet

There is a deeper truth behind love's dance:
Its fragile forms are stretched to hide a force
That creeps, as moonlit tidal waves advance
with ever greater distance from their source.
Such is the heart that I could never know
What force behind the hand, beyond the limbs,
Could break the cord that holds the embryo
That in your silent ocean orbit swims.
Without love's pull I would be drifting free
Beyond your sight, naked and swirling blind,
And helpless I would sink beneath the sea
And drown, as waters close upon your mind.
Love floats in light and shade; a shadow play;
But like the waning tide it wastes away.