Sonnet #4

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Mistakes forgotten given warm a smile.

A romance found in laughter bids to come;

it heats my mind to ponder more than wild.

All long the while I watch what says my tongue,

ideas are forming and some aren't best,

they force themselves out through my unkept motions.

When ready take your time and then accept

all love is simply whimsical notions.

Enjoying what I have or while it lasts;

mistakes come by so fierce in eyes corrupt.

the lovely women know the sight and pass;

too fast for capture stops my day abrupt

    The question burns inside, so dry my mouth.

    My nerves refuse to let the words slip out.

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