Sonnet 7: Oh my soul. I do not know what to do

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Oh my soul. I do not know what to do. 
My heart, it is held hostage in this game, 
Of hoping,  waiting for shadows that grew. 
Of excitement for feelings I can name. 
I am a searcher seeking to posses. 
One soul that I can mould into my own. 
One heart that I can keep without a guess, 
Of what she sees when she is not alone. 
In soft mercy I hope for what is mine, 
Shall grow and develop into our love. 
For this is the seeking which fills my time; 
This is the mystery that I speak of. 
Oh my soul. How gently I see you  peek 
at the wonderful passion I do seek.

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