Sonnet 74 Poem by Hannah Blair
Sonnet 74
Love has never known me in a true way
It has been mysterious to my heart
Must I wear out my mind, now it will fray
I search for the secret in my own start
Shall I look through the forest of all time?
But if I run I could slip and risk the hurt
Shall I walk? To have enough strength to climb
The steep mountain range of tears and black dirt
Love is not real when it is search’d for
Let it find you, for then true it will be
Though patience is a virtue it will soar
When true love has been releas’d now free
These are just words of my mind’s perspective
Adoration is yours only to live
The steep mountain range of tears and black dirt- “The very part was consecrate to thee” Hannah not sure if I should stop and wander over the most creative similes or the intellect titillating manna that I see e.g. in “Love is not real when it is search’d for”
a wonderful love sonnet, rather than going to the ends of the earth to find it, it really goes to the ends of the world to find us, great poem with 10 :)
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5/6/2024 1:18:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely and beautiful..magnificent poem! u are brilliant!