Sonnet 582

Love  I, & nbsp; when  in & nbsp; room & nbsp; alone,
 And & nbsp; here & nbsp; she is, & nbsp; with & nbsp; wine & nbsp; to & nbsp; me & nbsp; without & nbsp; knocking,
 Enter & nbsp; and & nbsp; MiG & nbsp; with & nbsp; soul & nbsp; flies & nbsp; boredom,
 From & nbsp; the words  her: & nbsp; "Hello & nbsp; my & nbsp; Lord!»
 
 Love  in  dreams & nbsp; wander  with  her  on & nbsp; meadows,
 Drenching & nbsp; in & nbsp; dew & nbsp; your & nbsp; bare & nbsp; feet ,
 And & nbsp; lie down & nbsp; under the & nbsp; stack,  tired & nbsp; from the  road.
 I love to cling to her like honey to my lips.
 
 Then & nbsp; always  I & nbsp; write & nbsp; easily,
 When & nbsp; she  on  ear & nbsp; breathes & nbsp; quietly.
 Selected & nbsp; & nbsp; plot & nbsp; and & nbsp; rhyme & nbsp; famously,
 A  on the & nbsp; soul & nbsp; bliss, & nbsp; and & nbsp; warmth.
 
 Who & nbsp; was & nbsp; in & nbsp; guests?  & nbsp; Open  I & nbsp; secret,
 That   Muse,  whispers  new  to me & nbsp; sonnet.