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SONNET TO UNCERTAINTY
Happy as I am to feast my eyes upon thee,
I ought not for surely thy beauty enslaves.
If I surrender my heart that is now free,
whom could I count on that blind fools saves?
And good as I feel to hold you ever so dear,
I ought not for all that you simply need is holding.
And I, by holding you so often, do so often fear
the hour upon which your freedom begins unfolding.
Thus, tormented as I am by all of your scope,
I can only pretend to feel myself the smarter.
For my love is true and it gives me true hope
which makes not seeing you that much harder
And so, for this reason alone, I choose to stay
and love and feast upon you as if my last day!
Manuel Rosa - September 1993