Sonnet: Love's Obstacle
I might not show my care for you at all
I might not display love within my call,
I may not be in lover's gilded hours
Nor may I bring honey from blue flowers.
I own not joy in longing to inspire,
I own not thankfulness in burning desire,
Nor think I incessantly 'bout love's might
As when I lay indulged to the night!
What write I soul inept in wondering
Which flusters to construe my hearts beating-
Oh! Sorrow come what may in eyes wandering
If all but be lonely when meeting.
If ever love were vast in use of rhyme
Then embed this impediment into time.
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