Sonnet IV

2/23/97

To hold her is a dream
that burns within
To kiss her lips it seems
like a prelude to committing sin.

To feel her body so close
to me is unreal
Her radiant skin smells like a rose
with a smooth and silky feel.

Her hand is soft to clutch
but it's her heart
that I'd hope to touch
to give this love a start.

Dreams sometimes do come true,
but this dream of mine has been overdue.

                 Copyright © 1997 R.H. Young