Original Sonnet and Illustration by Sarah Jensen
One night while I was sound asleep in bed
Your grace and kindness slipped into my dream,
And though these thoughts of you so pain my head,
I know my love is more than it may seem.
In sleep your gentle arms have held me close,
In dreams I cannot fear as in the day.
Cold reason tells me to forget the rose,
But warm heart will not throw this love away.
A hand does not seek other than the hand
But meets, instead, in holy palmers’ kiss;
Thus why should I repress the heart I brand
The same as yours, when much would be amiss?
Be bold and wonder not that things have strayed
For such a maid to fall in love with maid.