Poem: Sonnet No. 2

To Sit Beside You

To sit beside you (even when your eyes
will not bless mine with any love -- when all
the world, it seems, would slow in time and fall
into an endless instant, should your eyes
just glance at mine with any love at all),
to see the perfect symmetry and grace
in every treasured detail of your face
as you smile and I fee your love is all
my pen would need to steal the stars and lace
their beauty, as a gift, throughout these lines.
To sit beside you, my love like vines
whose flowers open to the cool moon's grace:
Once, this was all my heart could want or need,
but, by a single look, my heart was freed.

~Mike Duron (composed December 16th, 2001)