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Rated: E · Poetry · Friendship · #2190758
In tribute to Anya Jaenicke, my good friend and source of divine impulse for this sonnet.
Does strife constrain me from thoughts of your mind?
    Does it impede my mind's-eye image of you?
    Even with my circumscribed point of view
I know this,—that you're of most gracious kind.
A poet and a mentor, you remind
    me of a lost faith in what's pure and true,
    ideals once held by me and by the few
that all the innocents have left behind.
So, Anya, I laud you as a brother
    with these well-chosen lines from this sonnet;
please esteem them (as you would your mother)
    as if your very joy depends on it.
A lodestar and guide, you have earned my love
like the Bard whose muse came down from above.
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