"Love Sonnet 204" we can't help but dream, care to C/C?

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Love Sonnet 204

Across dark thresholds sleep my dormant dreams,

Inspired by aspects seen while I'm awake,

Epitome of sweetness, my love seems,

That nectar bees seek earnestly to take;

A flower bloomed from primal buds of May,

And nurtured in the sun, glazed by the light,

Which even stars at night cannot display;

I pity blooms which do not glow as bright;

But comes a time when flowers cease to be,

To be more than pleasures to the eyes,

When beauty has become mere memory,

When purpose was fulfilled with its demise;

.....When in dark thresholds lie the sleeping seeds

.....Formed in fruits, when flower to fruit proceeds.

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