I'm somewhat satisfied with this one. I had to stretch the meter a bit more than I like to, so it's a tad clumsy near the middle, but it works as a sonnet overall, I think. Enjoy.
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The perfect time of day to think of you
Would be an hour prior to the dawn.
Still dark enough for wishes to come true,
When all the doubts of yesterday are gone.
If I should wait until I see the sun
Before I let the thought of you arrive
Realities of day will have begun
Decreasing images I could derive.
Nor dare I think of you in dead of night.
Fatigue and worry occupy me then.
The middle of the day would not be right.
(I must devote my thoughts to work again.)
In truth, however, any time of day
You're apt to steal my every thought away.
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