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Sonnet 7: Oh my soul. I do not know what to do
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Oh my soul. I do not know what to do.
My heart, it is held hostage in this game,
Of hoping, waiting for shadows that grew.
Of excitement for feelings I can name.
I am a searcher seeking to posses.
One soul that I can mould into my own.
One heart that I can keep without a guess,
Of what she sees when she is not alone.
In soft mercy I hope for what is mine,
Shall grow and develop into our love.
For this is the seeking which fills my time;
This is the mystery that I speak of.
Oh my soul. How gently I see you peek
at the wonderful passion I do seek.
