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I found an old book, dusky and pre-mildewed,

publishd in 1938, containing E.B.B.'s Sonnets to R.B.

I am going to write my own responses to each of the 44 of them,

plus added "Summation Sonnet #45", inspired by a book-worm.





My Sonnet #45 (but the first written)

is to the book-worm which chewed its way across

the last page  (un-numbered) in the book,

just lying at the book's end,

serving as food for the worm,

and subsequently, food for my rhyme: :



{{To :  The  Worm's  "Lace"

at the back of this book :



4 / 4 / 4 / 2  

abab  cdcd  ef ef ef }}





My!! ,  to a full-of-Love heart

even the ravages of Time's voracious beasties

can appear as Ancient Lace, drawn enough apart

to let shine through what ALL Love's feast is!





Some see  "The Grave";  I see  "The Door"!

My perspective changed as I drew nearer to both;

so I give to you this offering, for evermore :

no-one lives forever, unlike "Love", or "Truth".





Tender Love makes agile

the questings of my heart;



hung'ring Love makes fragile

those etchings of its art.



Sated, Love stands idle,

brooding, afar,  apart.