A Cryptic Sonnet
Memories; enhanced only by them
yearning thoughts left solely to me.
Narrowing is the path from which they stem
incomplete roots stretch from my tree.
Consoling though do I find that arbor
Open to several of your casting rays.
Lusting for just a smile you harbor,
entry into an angel's gaze.
Because I pen you such a crude song
aching forever within my chest.
I know my words to you won't belong
languishing, again, I'll put to rest.
Low no lower, my pain begins to flow.
You may read this, but surely never know.
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