Sonnet for Mary Beth To Mary Beth whom I have never met, Though sister mine has sung your highest praise, I dare remind you lest you should forget, My heart and soul await your witchy ways. I do not mean I write this verse to woo, I simply wish to gain your fleeting sight. My pages are my heart and soul and you, Can titillate the very words I write. Your inbox is a place of hidden heat, Where glowing coals await a breath of air, So breathe the light into my life and meet, A heart, a soul, a man- beyond compare. To write our names across the firmament We must have our inciting incident.
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